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Qin Yu couldn't whistle after all. As someone who had braved through numerous high-difficulty, high-tier, high-class dungeons, she had seen more than enough beauties, and it seemed that many of those encounters were related to baths, bathtubs, and bath rooms.
Qin Yu felt that this might be Golden House's misunderstanding of her—was she really someone who loved to watch people bathe that much?
Golden Wall went online with a profound air.
—Yes.
—Male or female, as long as they are good-looking, you like to watch.
—Pang Jiao is the same.
—If the beam is not straight above, the one below will go crooked.
Qin Yu fell silent for a moment, then hastily justified, "But seeing too much gets boring."
Then, Qin Yu still didn't take her eyes off Shangwen Lingyun.
Her excuse was—comparison.
She was comparing herself to this woman to see who was better.
Not daring to claim victory, but at least she was sure she hadn't lost.
