Performing as a lovesick maniac requires some skill.
Yu Xia pondered for a moment and prepared two pillows as props.
Xie Qingci sat casually and lazily on the chair, waiting to watch her performance.
He watched her take out the pillows and rummage through the drawers to find a plastic fork—probably leftover from some takeout, a blue spoon-fork hybrid, which exaggeratedly looked a bit like a cartoon version of the nine-toothed rake.
Grabbing these two items, she let her hair down, shaking her head to scatter her locks.
"Get ready, I'm about to start performing."
Xie Qingci patted his thigh, "Come."
Yu Xia tugged at his clothes to lay him down on the bed, Xie Qingci's gaze never left her face. As he laid down, he bounced slightly and then, relying on his strong core, half lifted his upper body.
"How should I cooperate?"
"You don't need to cooperate; our acting skills are not on par. You can easily lead me astray." She almost said his acting skills were lacking.
