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Bo Jiu arched her brow. She didn't retreat, stuffing a hand into her pants pocket.

Fan Jia laughed and lowered her voice. "Stop wasting your efforts. The Asian Cup is tomorrow and it's already evening. Once we enter the room at night, you won't be able to do anything. I know you want to bring him to the competition but regretfully, he can't leave my side and that fact holds true regardless of who will come."

Bo Jiu watched her and spoke leisurely, "Your plan succeeded, you pretended to be me to complete the modification. Logically speaking, he should be behaving intimately with you but he hasn't touched you ever since the start. Why do you think this is?"

Fan Jia's eyes sunk. "Z, you sure are persistent."

"I have always been like this." Bo Jiu stood up with a bright smile. "You should be glad he is by your side. If not, I'm not sure which sea I'd be throwing you into."