Weilin ground his teeth. "Mutual affection?"
"Yes, brother! Look at what the senior said—'obedient, sincere, and plump.' Doesn't that sound exactly like me?" Ruan Yuan grew increasingly coy, twisting the piece of paper in her hand into a ball.
Weilin snatched it from her. "Aside from that last one, are you sure any of those other words have anything to do with you?"
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