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"My, my, my!" One of them said, "My heart is in great pain just from seeing this lovely lady--ahh sh*t. What's my line again?"
Zeirenne's laughter echoed around the entire room, and a sense of relief immediately flooded the four gentlemen. Just from hearing her laughter, they could guess she was recovering well. But the warm feeling that flushed their cheeks disappeared in a second. A cold, cold feeling brought their gazes towards the couch, and they saw Jin sitting pretty while reading a newspaper. He looked disinterested from their arrival--but his aura screamed differently. They shivered.
"What are you doing, Four?" Zeirenne asked while wiping some laughing tears off her eyes, "Are you trying to copy Dos?"
Four muttered a soft curse before clearing his throat. He gritted his teeth and pointed his finger to Oneil. "I knew this wouldn't work. Tsk! This was all your idea!"
