"So Sister Wan was really pretending to be sick that day, huh!"
"You look so energetic, why don't you get up and walk a few steps?"
"I won't! It really hurts, my legs don't even feel like my own…"
"That's what I said."
Su Wan slipped off her slippers, stepped on Lin Shuang's thighs, and pressed down a couple of times, "It's all because Brother Shuang has no idea how to be tender and cherish the fairer sex!"
Lying on the bed, Yan Han swallowed the chestnut fed by Lin Shuang, stretched out her little hands from under the quilt, and cried out, "It's all Brother Shuang's fault!"
Su Wan high-fived her, and the pair of plastic sisters reached a consensus of sympathy: They were both pitiful little flowers unabused by Lin Shuang's storm!
However, probably because she was too happy with the high-five, Xiao Han accidentally pulled a wound somewhere, and her delicate and cute little nose wrinkled in pain.
"Ow, it hurts! Sister Wan, give Brother Shuang another punch for me!"
"Okay~"