"Hezi, can a piece of clothing really be worth that much money? You better not be fooling me!"
"..."
"Hezi, you're saying I can really earn two or three hundred yuan a month? How am I supposed to spend all that money!"
"..."
"Hezi, if we get caught doing this, are we gonna die?"
"..."
"Hezi..."
Lin Nianhe, holding an enamel basin, leaned against the bed-stove's edge, feeling drowsy.
She had been doing practice problems until eleven last night. Just after she fell asleep, she was woken up by Wen Lan's howling. Now she felt as if her soul was still on the bed, having no interest in dealing with this perpetrator of her misery.
With a "smack," Lin Nianhe felt a sharp pain in her thigh.
Lin Nianhe: "Sister Lan, can we talk about this? Can you slap your own thigh next time?"
Wen Lan finally heard her speak, let out a sigh of relief, and patted her chest: "You were silent for so long, I thought something was wrong with you again!"
