Wusha had an eccentric personality and loathed noise above all else. With a crisp "crunch, crunch," she took two steps forward, loomed over Yaoyao with an icy expression, and spoke in an ethereal yet sharp voice.
"That room is mine. Get a brand-new set of bedding in there immediately."
At those mere words, Yaoyao actually shrank back two steps in fright and hurriedly stammered her assent.
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