Zhao Tiezhu stood up. Without even needing to focus his mind, he could sense the posture of the Stubborn One standing outside the door. He was hunched over, leaning in to listen, a lecherous grin on his face.
Just as quickly, that clear sensation vanished—likely because his attention had shifted, causing his perception to lose its clarity. He glanced outside; dusk was approaching. He asked offhandedly, "Who is it? Is it someone important?"
He was soaked in sweat and needed to change into clean clothes.
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