"..." Yan Zhan was too drained to retort, just staring at her.
"Haha, look at that acting, it leaves you in the dust. Hahaha, so hilarious! Ouch! I'm dying of laughter. How can someone as handsome as he dare to ruin his image like this by acting! Hahaha..."
"..."
"I can't take it anymore! My stomach hurts from laughing so hard! Hahaha..."
"..."
Five minutes later, Yan Zhan finally lost it.
He snatched the remote control from her hand, turned off the television, and moved his towering frame over to trap her swollen body between himself and the couch, asking in a low voice.
"Can't you worry about your own safety first?"
Without the TV, Zhan Se felt very frustrated; she glared at him viciously, pushed his arm away with force, sat up straight, took a bite of the apple that Yang Mei had washed, and spoke with a hum, in an especially casual and indifferent manner.
"If I start worrying, are you going to let me go?"
"No!"
