Around 10:30, she was playing King of Glory on the bed with her hair still wet. She had already gone from Gold to Platinum, and believed that Diamond wouldn't be far behind.
"Knock knock." A knock on the door.
Qiao Zhen got up and looked through the peephole. She saw that the person outside was Fan Zhao, and he was holding potato chips. She hesitated for a few seconds before opening the door. "My idol, what brings you here again?"
Fan Zhao didn't answer her, but instead squeezed through the gap between Qiao Zhen and the threshold, saying, "Come here."
He placed all the snacks on the coffee table. "What do you like to eat? This is tomato-flavored shrimp chips, and there's also beef jerky, original-flavored potato chips, and White Rabbit milk candy. I'll give you whatever you like. But..."
Qiao Zhen raised an eyebrow. "But what?"
“But you have to feed me,” Fan Zhaoli said defiantly.
She closed the door and sat down on the sofa next to the coffee table. "Do you want to test if my hands have any special abilities?"
Fan Zhao nodded, his gaze toward Qiao Zhen was indifferent, yet there was an almost imperceptible expectation in his eyes.
Qiao Zhen was silent for a moment, then refused, "No, my hands don't have any special abilities. This is just wishful thinking. Have you lost your mind from filming so much, my idol?"
Qiao Zhen let her imagination run wild, "My hands can restore your sense of taste, and then you'll crave the flavors of sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy, so you'll start to see me differently, and eventually fall in love with me. I think—wow, that's so lucky. Later, when you regain your sense of taste, you'll realize that I'm not so special after all, and you'll break up with me or end the relationship. Then you'll realize that you like not only the taste but also me as a person, so you'll chase after me when I'm heartbroken and have left for another place. In the very end, we'll have a happy ending?"
Fan Zhao frowned. "No, I won't have any illusions about liking anyone because of my sense of taste."
Qiao Zhen leaned closer to Fan Zhao, "You don't know how?"
Fan Zhao affirmed, "Yes, I won't."
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