Xiao Lin handed the turtle back to the little punk girl. The little punk girl carefully took the little turtle, then petted its shell, and softly said, "Little buddy, in a few days your illness will be cured, hang in there!"
Seeing the pure little punk girl like this, her online "fierce" persona seemed quite different. However, this was indeed her true mentality at this age; the words online are just online, not to be taken as reality.
"By the way, what should I call you? I can't just call you 'pure little punk girl,' that's too awkward!" Xiao Lin said, looking at the little punk girl.
"Imagine!" the little punk girl said with a giggle.
"Imagine?" Xiao Lin was perplexed. This is the first time I'm meeting you, how would I know your name? He laughed and said, "I can't think of anything!"
"Yes, imagine!" The little punk girl suppressed her laughter and said seriously to Xiao Lin.
