"..." Chen Bufan had a black line.

What the hell is talking about, donkey heads are wrong.

“I’m asking about mental state.”

"Brother Crosstalk, you have a problem with your head."

"You have a problem." Chen Bufan was dissatisfied.

"I said I only realized that I had to put on my pants, which means there is no difference between mental state and usual, and my body does not hurt or itch."

Chen Bufan reached out and touched his forehead gently, which was very hot.

"You have a fever."

"You're just sexy."

“…”

"Hehe!" Wang Doudou smiled heartlessly.

"Is it intentional?"

"No way?" Wang Doudou pouted her small lips.

Chen Bufan turned off the air conditioner, opened the window, and "take off his pajamas."

"What are you doing?" Wang Doudou tightened the quilt on her body and looked alert.

"A needle."

"Meat needle?"

“…”

Chen Bufan really wanted to give her a thrill, but he didn't know what he was thinking about every day.

"Brother Crosstalk, do you like me? It's the kind that you really like."

"If I like, I can let you tick."

Chen Bufan was speechless, "Be serious, I'll give you acupuncture. It's fine in less than five minutes. I'll be alive."

"Brother Crosstalk, you only have less than five minutes?" Wang Doudou was surprised.

"Do you deserve a beating? If you are sick, you can't delay it?" Chen Bufan pulled her smooth and white face.

"Oh, it hurts!"

"Are you still making trouble?"

"I dare not."

"Then hurry up."

"Brother Crosstalk, you go out first, I don't wear it inside."

“…”
Chapter completed!