She got up from her bed and imitated the way she was talking to her partner today. She pretended to tap on the keyboard with both hands. The air conditioner was hitting rent. She sneezed.

She let Ye Nian-mo, who was making a fool of herself, put down the book in her hand, grabbed people in her arms, reached out and probed the temperature on each other's forehead, and was relieved to see that there was nothing unusual.

Ding Yiyi was also tired, and leaned in his arms and asked, "What if I found myself unsuitable for translation after a period of work?"

"Then change it." Ye Nianmo looked down...