Three parts bashful, three parts awkward, three parts nervous. The remaining ninety-one percent were pure hustle!
Bailiang propped his chin in his hand and looked at Guo Fan, this cyber succubus. Before the man even spoke, Bailiang had a feeling he wasn't about to say anything good.
Because whenever Bailiang himself wanted to tell a little white lie or pull some mischief, he usually wore this exact deadpan look.
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