Yulan rested her racket casually against her side, the metal handle hitting the floor with a dull thud. A mocking curve played on her lips as her gaze swept over Zhou Qilan, who was curled up in Xi Mingzhou’s arms, as if she were watching a poorly acted play.
"Nice performance," Yulan said, deliberately unfastening the sweatband from her wrist and wiping the lingering sweat off her racket, her voice brimming with undisguised contempt. "It’s a pity I’m afraid of pain. Otherwise, I would have returned that ball you aimed at my face earlier."
Her gaze landed precisely on the red, swollen hand that Zhou Qilan was intentionally pressing against Xi Mingzhou’s chest. "After all, getting injured is a much better way to win sympathy than actually winning a match."
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