Galaxy, the center of life.
"What is this! What did you just make me read!" Yu Qingjia held the freshly printed pages and couldn't stop giggling.
"It's the CP fanfiction written by those devoted little writers." Wang Yiran, dressed in red silk pajamas adorned with hearts, lay sprawled on the bed, her snow-white feet swaying back and forth, the golden bells tied to her ankles jingling crisply.
From the fans' perspective behind the screen, peering past her glossy black bangs revealed a breathtaking view. Truly, a sight for sore eyes.
Instantly, the screen was flooded with comments.
The mom fans have fallen!
The dad fans have fallen!
From now on, I'm officially a fallen fan of Wang Yiran.
Wang Yiran glanced at the screen's messages, her heart swelling with joy.
Indeed, the secret to Hanoi's traffic lies in CP pairings. As long as this aspect is well done, even if the singing and dancing are mediocre, there will still be masses of fans riding your wave.
