"Heatstroke?!"
Fyari's mouth twitched.
"Heatstroke…"
Motan's expression stiffened.
"Heatstroke, huh."
Elisa raised her brows slightly.
"Definitely heatstroke~"
Yu Chen smiled sweetly and clapped her hands lightly: "Completely reasonable."
"Yes, completely reasonable."
The Sun Saint Son also smiled harmlessly and nodded at his little head: "What a coincidence~"
The two favored ones then laughed with high synchronization, the scene was quite sacred.
Another favored one at the scene secretly tugged at Motan's sleeve, whispering in his ear: "Hey, hey, hey, don't you think those two are starting to emit black smoke…"
"Even if you know, you have to pretend not to."
Motan looked at his nose, his nose at his mouth, his mouth at his heart, squeezing out an almost inaudible answer through his teeth: "The secret to a long life is to listen more, see more, and speak less."
