Hua Xin sat on a sofa whose leather backrest had already cracked. She hugged a cushion that had become somewhat flattened from being beaten so often, her eyes full of frustration. Her face had turned so Red Temperature that it had reached a hundred degrees—hot enough to boil water.
She looked at the stiff, mechanical dance moves—just random flailing—in her phone, as well as the outfit she was wearing, which was no different from the online sluts' clothes, and was even sluttier than theirs...
It was perfectly normal to wear boxer shorts and a short-sleeved shirt at home, right???
She raised her head and stared at the giant television, her gaze seeming to have already seen through life.
The emotions of a human being attaining great enlightenment welled up inside her.
Her crystal-clear, round, adorable toes involuntarily curled slowly against the cold floor.
Awkward.
I want to die.
Who is this?
Looking at Lao Shui's shrimp-headed reply in the chat, the young girl's eyes were filled with embarrassment and anger as she gritted her teeth and ravaged the two-character game cushion in her arms.
It was normal, sure, but it wasn't normal to show it to someone else!!
Why hadn't she watched it properly herself before sending it to Lao Shui??!!!
What kind of suggestive dance was that?!
Wasn't that just pure human-machine behavior?!
She couldn't sway her hips, thrust out her chest, or make any gestures. She couldn't even follow the rhythm to stamp her feet, raise her knees, or bend them. She had watched other people sway plenty of times, but when it was her turn, her body became unbelievably stiff.
"Sigh..."
Hua Xin let out a powerless sigh.
She set the cushion aside. Her eyelashes trembled slightly as she stared blankly ahead, and an unprecedented sense