"Why don't you switch to your other face before you speak to me?" Tianming seriously asked. 

"This little fish doesn’t have another face." She lowered her head dejectedly. 

“Are you referring to yourself? Not the fish?" Tianming pointed at his own eye. 

She nodded, her expression evoking pity.

"Bro, what do you mean? I’m so confused. Do we know each other?" Tianming asked. 

"We don’t, but Little Fish has been waiting for you." She plucked up the courage to stare at Tianming. 

"Why were you waiting for me?" Tianming asked doubtfully. 

"To save me," said Weisheng Moran. 

Tianming frowned. This person was either insane or deliberately playing with him. So he said, "What's the matter with you? Irregular menstrual cycle?" 

She was startled at first, but soon smiled, her cheeks rosy. Her sweet smile transcended the natural world.

“Bro, are you shy?” Tianming was a little dizzy. What the hell was going on? 

"I’m not talking to you, you meanie!" Weisheng Moran pursed her lips. She seemed...