"I've been having nightmares for the past two days, and I don't know what's going on." Chen Yun sighed in distress, his eyes fixed on his bewildered face, blinking before asking, "Are you stab-stabbing me in the back and cursing me?"
Jiang Huaian frowned at her words. What era was it still like to stab a paper doll? He didn't even have time to thank her. "What nightmare did you have?"
Chen Yun propped his chin with one hand and unconsciously tapped the table with the other. His eyes revealed confusion and a hint of fear. "I dreamed that I was standing at a very high place and jumping down."
This was true; she had indeed had such a dream, and she had indeed woken herself up with fright.
Jiang Huaian's gaze paused, falling on her puzzled and distressed face, and he was secretly shocked in his heart. This was the way Chen Yun died in his previous life.
He looked at it for a moment, then lowered his eyelids, considering it carefully: "Perhaps it's because the recent online public opinion pressure is too great."
Then he smiled at her and said, "Your short play..."
Even before the words were spoken, the meaning was successfully conveyed to Chen Yun's mind.
The short drama "The Broken Him, the Happy Civet, the Loveless Male Protagonist and the Virgin Her" was brought into the audience's attention during the May Day holiday.
Netizens frowned and looked like "What the hell is this?"
My eyes refused to watch the show, but my hands kept clicking on the next episode.
The pain of chasing a TV series is probably that you feel disgusted, addicted, cursed, and recharged at the same time.
Shen Yun secretly despised this person for being such a dog, changing the subject to confuse her.
"I personally think it has something to do with what you said last time." Chen Yun propped his chin up with both hands and sighed, as if he was lost in some emotion. "You told me to take care of my negative information and not wait until the rumors spread like wildfire before committing suicide. I started having nightmares that night."
Without waiting for Jiang Huaian to answer, he muttered to himself:
"What kind of black material could I have?"
"I'm just a bit rude~"
"It's a little damaged~"
"I like to hit people in the face, and I like to expose their shortcomings when I quarrel~"
"I love looking at handsome guys when I have nothing to do, and I kick every one I like~"
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