Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The more An Rao read these netizens’ comments, the angrier she got. She started crunching the potato chips in her mouth loudly.
“This is so infuriating! Are these netizens blind? Yuan Yuan is such a good person, and that so-called pretentious b * tch is so pretentious.”
There were more and more comments from the netizens. An Rao threw the potato chips to the side and continued her passionate match with the netizens.
“Alright, you’re a firecracker. You explode once you’re lit.” Bo Xiao, who was reading at the side, did not know whether to laugh or cry as he took An Rao’s phone away.
“You’re the firecracker!” An Rao reached out to snatch the phone, but Bo Xiao kept dodging and struggling. An Rao pounced on Bo Xiao.
“You didn’t even see how bad the comments of those netizens were. That person looked like a white lotus. Only you dog men can’t tell who is bitchy. You still think she’s really pitiful.” An Rao rolled her eyes.
“.. You can talk all you want, but don’t drag me in.” Bo Xiao stroked An Rao’s hair helplessly. “Get up, don’t stick to me.”
“What? Boyfriend? Can’t I lie on you?” An Rao was about to get up, but when she heard Bo Xiao’s words, she was unhappy and decided to use her hands and feet to cling onto him.
Bo Xiao was angered by An Rao. He suddenly flipped over and pressed An Rao down. His fox-like eyes, which were usually curved, were now filled with lust.
“If you lean on me a little longer, I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to hold back.”
“… Get up,” An Rao said as she pushed Bo Xiao.
Bo Xiao was also afraid that something would happen, so he sat up with An Rao’s strength.
“You men think about this every day.” An Rao snorted.
“Hmph.” Bo Xiao sat a distance away from An Rao. “If other women take it off, I won’t even take a glance at them.”
“Who would believe that?” An Rao looked suspiciously at Bo Xiao. “You men just can’t resist the sluts and b*tches. You can’t even tell them apart. It’s just like that Guo. Half of those netizens who scold Xia Wanyuan are men!”
“.. You can be pissed at them, but don’t drag me in.” Bo Xiao didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“Just you wait.” An Rao suddenly remembered the B*tch Language Test she had seen on Weibo yesterday.
An Rao took out the test and waved at Bo Xiao. “Let me ask you a few questions.”
“Sure, go ahead.”
“What would you do if a pretty girl said that she was thirsty and had no money to buy water and asked if you could share some with her?” An Rao asked Bo Xiao seriously.
Bo Xiao had wanted to say that he would not give another woman a sip of water even if he threw it away.
But seeing An Rao’s serious expression when she asked the question, Bo Xiao had a bad idea.
“Thirsty? Let’s see if she’s willing to drink my bottle. If not, I’l buy her another bottle.” Seeing An Rao’s clenched fists, Bo Xiao almost couldn’t hold back his laughter and coughed to cover it up.
“Second question, if a woman were to tell you (you’re too nice to your girlfriend, right? She lost her temper at you and you still remember to buy food for her), how would you answer?”
Bo Xiao thought, “What are you farting about? You don’t know how good my girlfriend’s temper is.”
However, the words changed when they came out of his mouth, and he said, “Then what if I don’t bring food? Her temper is so bad. If I don’t bring food, she’ll make a bigger fuss when I go back.” After saying that, Bo Xiao felt that the matter wasn’t serious enough and added, “Your temper is still the best.
It’ll be great if my girlfriend is half as gentle as you..”