"If you want to continue watching later, you've got to drag that progress bar a good bit forward."
...
Twenty minutes later, Cheng Zhu and his two-day roommate Chen Jieyu were sitting together on another small sofa in the room.
Chen Jieyu, frowning slightly and looking irritably at Cheng Zhu, lowered her gaze to the fallen button on her shirt.
Paired with her abstinent-looking face, the seriousness was quite evident.
Okay, a stern female teacher persona?
She personally liked this shirt very much, as it was tailored exceptionally well.
Although it was an imitation of a designer brand, it had its own delicate innovations.
Most importantly, she had barely worn it since buying it.
On a regular day, she would already be feeling a little distressed.
Buttons can indeed be sewn back on.
But the idea of her favorite clothes being damaged and then repaired still made her feel somewhat uncomfortable.
