This weekend, Tong Xi was staying with An Xiaoyu; after all, there weren't any gigs to rush to recently, and she wasn't too busy, so it was a rare moment of leisurely comfort.
"Xiaoyu, pass me those chips!"
"Xiaoyu, I want more cola!"
Tong Xi, with her hair in a bird's nest do, was sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, munching on snacks, watching TV... except for using the bathroom, she basically didn't budge, as if she was glued to the sofa.
An Xiaoyu couldn't help but sigh.
"Tong Xi, if your fans saw you like this, they'd definitely go from fans to passersby to haters in no time!"
"This is the real me! Hey, I'm at home now, and you want me to act all prim and proper, how tiring!"
Tong Xi crunched on her chips, "Look, look, the dialogue between those two is so fake. They're supposed to be a couple, but look at those eyes, and those lines, where's the feeling of being in love? It's just full of disdain! If it were me acting, I would definitely do better than her!"
