Song Beibei held his forehead with his hand.
After thinking for a moment, she spoke carefully: "I think that even though we don't actively pursue each other, we can still have more contact, spend more time together, and get to know each other better, don't you think?"
She is also single.
However, living in the 21st century, she is always rich in theoretical experience.
Hearing this.
Li Chunxia's eyes lit up and she nodded continuously: "Yes, yes, yes."
"Then I'll start hanging around him starting tomorrow."
Song Beibei: That’s not necessary.
"Doesn't he like the tomatoes and cucumbers I grow? You can send him some every now and then, chat with him, and get to know his preferences. It'll be natural for us to become familiar with each other."
"you're right."
"Beibei, you are so smart."
Li Chunxia's face was bright red: "If we get married, I will definitely give you a big red envelope and ask you to be the chef at the wedding."
I like the first half of the sentence.
There is no need to take the second half of the sentence. Is this a red envelope for me or a reward for my hard work?
You black girl, you really are "evil-hearted"!
Song Beibei had a fake smile on his face.
Li Chunxia was so excited that she didn't notice anything was wrong with Song Beibei. She just kept muttering to herself, "I'll go in a bit. Let me take a shower first."
As she spoke, she hurried towards the kitchen.
Make a fire.
Boil water.
Song Beibei shook her head and walked back to the dormitory.
I slammed the door shut, too lazy to even look at that awful thing.
Half an hour later.
"Knock, knock, knock."
She opened the door, and Li Chunxia smiled flatteringly: "Beibei, can you lend me your face wipe?"
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