"Achoo! Achoo!" Mo Qiang raised her hand and rubbed the tip of her nose. She turned her head and looked around before saying, "I have a feeling that I am getting cursed."
[Is there a day when you are not cursed?]
Xiao An taunted with a smug smile behind the screen when he saw Mo Qiang raise her head and glare at him. He felt so amused that he couldn't help but anticipate her response.
Sure enough, Mo Qiang didn't let him down as she sneered, "I don't know about myself, but you surely are getting cursed every day."
Though Xiao An knew who was cursing him, he still curled his lips and asked, "And who is the one cursing me?"
"Of course it's me! I hope you drop dead." Mo Qiang snorted. "And for your information, everyone stopped cursing me a long time ago."
"On your face."
