Shen Liguang finished a busy day and washed off the sweat, leaning on the bed smoking, he saw a girl's post on social media: "Good night, Qibao."
It came with a photo of a big orange cat.
The Qibao must be the name of the big orange cat.
Shen Liguang hesitated as he typed a comment, then deleted it.
He didn't know what he was being so awkward about, taking so long to ponder over posting a simple comment.
Vaguely, there was an unfamiliar impulse in his heart.
Very evil.
And with a full sense of guilt.
Shen Liguang held the cigarette between his fingers, looking down and composing text.
Fu Ying was lying on her bed casually flipping through her phone, realizing this device was really addictive. At first, she would always forget about it, but now, the first thing she does when she wakes up in the morning is to check her phone.
Fu Ying saw someone commented on her social media, and that person's name made her so happy that she rolled around on her bed giggling.
