"It's okay, I've turned on the air conditioning to fifty degrees. Hot air is blowing from behind, mixing with the cold air outside, just right," Xiao Honglu pretended.
Is it okay?
It's probably ice and fire at the same time.
Seeing the snot hanging from Xiao Honglu's mouth, Wu Ye suppressed a laugh and pulled him inside the room, found the air conditioner remote on the sickbed, and lowered the temperature to thirty-eight degrees.
"Lie on the bed," Wu Ye instructed.
"Please, I'm not suffering from some terminal illness, it's just a mental disorder, or you could even say a special ability," Xiao Honglu said speechlessly, sitting on a small sofa, pouring himself a glass of milk, and said, "But it really is incredible, this really is the world of Ultraman Tiga."
"I was shocked too," Wu Ye cooperated.
"Can you tell me how the story is developing outside now? You didn't tell me before, and everything on the TV here is just cartoons..."
