Ji Nianqin was facing the mirror, practicing the way she opened and closed her mouth.
"Hello everyone? I'm Ji Nianqin, and you're now in my live broadcast room."
Ji Nianqin was having fun with herself, but no one was willing to come to her live broadcast room. It was simply a performance for herself.
The prince, who was sleeping in the bathroom, heard Ji Nianqin broadcasting live on the other side of the wall and knocking on the wall non-stop.
"The pig hit the tree. You hit the pig."
"Prince, stop singing all the time. If you need to poop, just tell me. I really don't understand you. What on earth are you trying to do?"
After Ji Nianqin shouted, she continued to broadcast live to the screen.
"Hello, sorry, there's a fool living next door."
"Ji Nianqin, I'm not a fool, okay? If you say that to me again, believe it or not, I'll scratch the glass in your room."
"Go! Go! Go."
Ji Nianqin turned off the live broadcast of her one-man show, then turned a corner and arrived at the door of the prince's bathroom.
“Dangdangdang!”
"Who is it?"
"I'm a little sister who adores you."
Ji Nianqin pinched her nose and stood at the door of the prince's bathroom, like a shy rose, quietly blooming.
"Don't be ridiculous, hahaha, is it true? You admire me to the point of prostrating yourself? But I already have someone I like in my heart, how can I feel embarrassed?"
"The one you like? Who? Is it Ji Nianqin?"
"She, she's not. But you have to keep your voice down, so she doesn't hear you. It's strange that the live broadcast room was so lively just now, but now it's pitch black. I felt sorry for her because she was alone and useless, so I wanted to come over to support her, but I didn't expect her to be offline? Hey! Ji Nianqin, where are you?"
"You haven't told me yet, who is the person you are attracted to? Brother Crown Prince."
"The people I like are definitely super beautiful, like Xiaoxi and a certain female celebrity. Ji Nianqin's figure is simply terrible. I always say she's not fat, but in fact, I'm afraid she'll kill me with her butt."
"Then Prince, since you hate Ji Nianqin so much, why are you still living in her house?"
"Her house? This is the ancient costume selfie studio I invested in?"
"Oh, Prince, you're so rich! Wow, I admire you even more. But why do you live in such a small place? Shouldn't great people live in spacious places?"
"That's not true. Look at the beggars outside. They sleep on the street. That place is spacious, the air is good, and there is plenty of oxygen. But can you say they are excellent? What contribution have they made to society?"
"Brother Crown Prince, you are truly amazing! I never thought I would fall so deeply in love with you. But what I want to know is, what contributions have you made to society? Doesn't your singing disturb others every day?"
The prince was about to answer when he seemed to hear a surround sound from inside the phone and outside the door.
"Good job, I was wondering how you knew I lived in a cramped space. Why didn't you just tell me I lived in the toilet? Tsk tsk. Ji Nianqin, you got me in here. When are you going to let me out? If I leave, I'll be singing "Pig Hitting the Tree" in the toilet all day..."
"The door wasn't even locked, okay? You're still trying to accuse me of illegally detaining you? It's just that the way you squatted on the toilet was really indecent."
The prince felt beams of light shooting towards him in front of him. Unexpectedly, it was Ji Nianqin who was walking slowly towards him while he was using the toilet, holding a flashlight in one hand and two in her armpits.
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