Who is this 'Canary' now?
'What kind of interrogation is this?' the two of them silently questioned, exchanging glances that spoke volumes.
Zhang Wei, seemingly unfazed, sauntered toward the bathroom, unabashedly displaying his family jewels —a casual parade of confidence.
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As the door swung shut, concluding the peculiar fashion display, an unspoken duel of glares erupted between Yu Lei and Xie Meirong. The atmosphere crackled with tension, akin to the repulsion of similar magnetic poles.
The room hung in suspense, awaiting the next move in this unanticipated showdown.
Xie Meirong lounged on the bed, her posture exuding both confidence and mischief. With a sultry smile, she broke the silence, "You have a good taste."
Yu Lei, never one to back down, shot back with a smirk, "You too."
The ambiguous exchange left Lin Ruoxi puzzled, her curiosity intensifying as she observed Xie Meirong reaching for the pillow that had cradled Zhang Wei's slumber.