Ava hurriedly clicked on the message. Pei Mu-nian sent a picture. It was a picture of a little man kneeling on the keyboard with his ears twisted. On top of his head, there were three big characters I was wrong.
“Is that so?” Mason’s text message came with a ding.
The corners of Ava’s lips rose, and the bottom of his eyes was stained with a smile, “I want you to be a real person, do you post pictures to perfuse me?”
“Do you forgive me when you kneel?”
“It depends on the mood.”
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