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He opened a brand-new deck of playing cards.
Lu Mian took them, holding them in the palm of her hand and flicking them open one by one.
Her movements didn't seem that adept, yet they created a scene one couldn't take their eyes off of.
Her fingers were slender and graceful, her clean, natural pale pink nails neither too long nor too short, exuding a healthy, translucent beauty. The cards, seemingly carelessly shuffled in her hands, made it seem like watching her shuffle was a pleasure in itself.
The light in the bearded man's eyes became brighter and more restless.
"Little sister, you can't shuffle cards like that," he said, stroking his chin, smiling like a sly fox, "Put them on the table, and I'll teach you."
Lu Mian glanced at him, a fleeting sneer flashing in the depths of her clear, cold ink-black eyes.
She didn't listen to the bearded man.
After a few "snap snap" flips of the cards in her hand, she neatly placed them in the center of the table.
"They're shuffled."
