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Qin Yin walked over with great interest, "What are you laughing at? Were you captivated by the way I do chores?"
He casually sat down beside her, draping one arm effortlessly over the back of the sofa behind her.
The man, having just finished chores, had thrown his jacket aside, wearing only a thin shirt, exuding a masculine charm with a hint of tobacco scent, relentlessly invading Lan Jin's nostrils, tantalizing and bewitching.
Lan Jin's ears began to heat up, and she found her mouth dry and tongue parched, irritatedly pushing the man away, "Keep your distance."
Sitting so close, was he trying to tempt her into committing a crime?
"Your face is red? Have you fallen for me?"
Qin Yin, as if he had discovered something peculiar and amusing, laughed wickedly and, fearlessly edging closer, made a frivolous attempt to pinch her chin.
Lan Jin, unable to tolerate it any longer, abruptly stood up and fled to the bathroom, slamming the door shut with a bang.
