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In the western jurisdiction's dining hall.
Members at the dining table were all talking animatedly about something.
Old Mr. Li was drinking butter tea wrapped in a big robe, Amah was eating cheese pancakes, and even the seven-year-old chubby kid was devouring a chicken leg without looking away.
Above the table, the lights swung brightly, bustling with noise.
Below the table, it was like another world.
Dim and secret.
Wen Xian felt as though she could clearly sense the burning heat emanating from beneath his trouser leg.
That leg was just as toned and powerful.
Of course, she could also feel his muscles becoming even harder.
Yet, while she did that under the table, her eyes looked as innocent as ever when she gazed at him.
As innocent as a deer in the forest.
Lu Xiao stared at her intently, his jawline tensing even more, his fist clenched tightly.
Suddenly—
Someone's chopsticks seemed to have dropped, and they quickly bent down to pick them up.
"Thud—!"
