"Hehe, I said it! This Secret Party senior has the exact same top-tier taste as me!" Fenger laughed as he rummaged through the cabinet for a cigar.
"Step aside." With a single slap, Nono batted away Fenger's restless hand. She paced around the room, picturing that man's appearance and imagining the traces of his life within these four walls.
Without a doubt, he was a flamboyant man, but he was also immensely sensual. There were no slippers in the room, which meant he likely went barefoot. At the same time, he would be bare-chested, revealing his well-developed muscle groups and Achilles tendons as robust as a professional athlete.
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