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"This... um... is it your own...?"
"Without your adjustment, the synchronization rate couldn't possibly be this high."
"Ah... that... hahaha... Satania."
"It's me." Satania's virtual avatar appeared, watching Tifa coldly: "She has the same level of access."
"It's okay, I just wanted to know. I'll design another set," Mrs. Tifa said, with her arms crossed: "It's no big deal."
Jealousy! Pure jealousy!
In his youth, Gu Tao was inexperienced, but now he was no longer naïve, and that posture, that tone, it was definitely jealousy. Maybe not over him, but likely over her own armor being used by someone else... after all, that's how women are, right? If it's mine, nobody else is allowed to touch it, whether I use it or not, nobody else can lay a finger on it. Unless she's confirmed over and over again that she no longer needs it, anyone who touches it becomes the enemy.
"Things got chilly!" Jing Yuan whispered to Gu Tao: "Your Mrs. Tifa is angry."
