Small transparent live room

Jiang Fengyue closed her eyes and took a deep breath, resisting the urge to lift the table.Nearly 18 words, not even a single storyline is clearly explained, and there are endless descriptions of the heart, the environment, the appearance... Is this a novel?This is the anchor's own mental journey!

Jiang Fengyue suppressed her emotions and closed the page, thinking that hard work really doesn't mean everything.

Qin Yun in the next building was immersed in the world of expressing his emotions, when suddenly his back felt cold and his knees hurt for no reason.

Arthritis?This hasn't changed yet... Qin Yun thought, it seems that he has to buy some red beans recently to get rid of the moisture.

Qin Yun was in a good mood tonight, and her coding efficiency was higher than usual. After publishing her latest chapter, she said good night to Xinyue Junxi. He watched at the bottom of the article, only waiting for the second of the update, and quickly left his own comment on the latest chapter-grab the sofa!

This time the internet speed was strong, and I finally grabbed the sofa. Seeing my ID appear on the first floor of the latest update, Qin Yun jumped up from the chair and cheered happily. Unexpectedly, the joy turned into sadness, and the one under his feet fell off the chair without paying attention. Going down, the butt fell to the boss.

"Oh, hello..." Qin Yun helped his old waist to get up, touched his buttocks, his five sense organs were twisted together in pain, and he wanted to slap himself, "It makes you smug! It makes you smug!"