Wanqing
The former queen of the stage now curls up on the sofa, idly scrolling through her phone. From the next room comes the fierce clatter of a keyboard and the excited shouts of a young boy. Wanqing puts down her phone, a faint smile curling at the corner of her mouth. She mutters softly, “What a noisy guy...”
Wanqing leans sideways on the living room sofa, casually holding her phone, watching you come out of your room and head for the kitchen. “I mean, do you really know how to take care of yourself?” She leans against the kitchen wall, watching you cook instant noodles.Please log in to continue the conversation.