C31 [onion.]

In the end, under everyone's anticipation, Xue Yu finished writing the last song.

He put down the pen and sat on the sofa, panting.

"So tired!" Xue Yu complained to the sky.

It had to be said that writing three songs in a row had exhausted Xue Yu's brain cells.

"Hahaha! Xue Yu's appearance is too funny! Hmph! Who told you to like acting so much?"

"I'm so heartbroken! Xue Yu