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Yves King's mouth held a mysterious smile as he muttered to himself, "When living alone, a bit of a mess was tolerable, but now with two people, it's still a complete disaster. No attempt to tidy up at all. With you two like this, no man would dare to take you home." Seeing empty bottles everywhere, on the table, and on the sofa, he added with a tone of tough love, "Wow, good lord, you've even learned to drink together, engaging in sisterly drinking competitions. Who knows who went crazy with the alcohol and tossed her bra onto the chandelier." He sighed, kicked an empty bottle by the door, which rolled back towards a pile of bottles beside the window.