(Here's a book recommendation - "Teacher with a Gun" by the skillful author Goose Examining Uncle. His urban writing style is incredibly powerful.)
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"Wendy, you are truly brilliant," Faye Owen laughed with her hand covering her mouth, her gem-like eyes full of amusement. "But I do admire you. In this restless and sensual age, it's rare to find a woman who can maintain such a pure and virtuous spirit like you. It's a pity that I'm not a man and you're already taken. Otherwise, I would stake my life on courting you."
"Faye," Wendy Quay blushed bashfully, her lovely eyes full of modesty and she prettily scolded while stomping her foot. "Don't, don't mock me like this." Her sidelong glance was anxiously directed toward Yves King. Her small hand, clutching her clothes firmly, began to sweat slightly.
