"Yeah, when I can't get you, I fantasize about you," Jared Quinn openly admitted.
When he couldn't have his woman, was he not allowed to think about her at night?
"I don't care, you better restore my Weibo," Melody Thorne freed herself from his grasp. "If you don't, I'll go out every day to act, shoot kissing scenes, nude scenes, and bed scenes."
"I dare you!"
"Then hurry up," Melody Thorne handed him her phone.
Jared Quinn glanced at her a few times. "Let them keep slandering for a while."
Anyone daring to fantasize about his woman must not want to live anymore.
"No way."
"Timmy, I'll help you," Timmy came down from upstairs, holding a laptop. Naturally, he sat on the sofa, opened it, and started typing away. Five minutes later, all the paralyzed Weibo accounts were fully restored.
"Sweetie, you're amazing," Melody Thorne leaned over and planted kisses all over his little face.
"Of course."
