Ever since the habit of taking a phone to the shower was mentioned, the quirks Wei Yaoyao wrote about afterwards all rushed in a direction everyone found interesting.
For example, [He might like the thrill of breathing again after suffocating], or [He likes to smell his clothes after taking them off], or even [He constantly flexes his abs anywhere and anytime].
Some were true, some weren't, and Yu Xia almost made a wrong judgment a few times in between.
Xie Qingci stood there like a mannequin in a store window, with a blank face enduring all their curious and probing glances.
Finally, without any danger, they passed, securing the right to live in the small building, and Wei Yaoyao even got to live in a single room.
On the way back, Yu Xia asked Wei Yaoyao, "Didn't you say you couldn't think of anything? How did you write so much? Have you been watching Xie Qingci every day?"
