The moment he turned his head to meet Wen Yue's gaze, Qin Yuan did something rare: he averted his eyes first, feeling his face burn hot.
[Just a little sister]
[Purple]
These two key elements had actually, magically lined up.
Good grief, he had been savagely roasted by subtext.
Oh, dear God of Ancient Greece who presides over passive-aggressiveness!
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