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Li Xiaoyao saw Zhu Xiaoyue reach for her gun and couldn't help feeling a bit resigned. Although this woman was kind-hearted and upright, she had a penchant for drawing her gun at the drop of a hat—a habit that was truly not good.
"Can you please put the gun away?"
Zhu Xiaoyue snorted but put away her gun. After a few seconds, she asked, "How did you guess?"
"Guess what?"
With a red face, Zhu Xiaoyue whispered, "Guess… what I'm wearing."
Li Xiaoyao pursed his lips and said, "I did tell you I can tell fortunes."
"You're lying!"
Li Xiaoyao shrugged, "Believe it or not."
"Jerk, you lecherous scoundrel," cursed Zhu Xiaoyue.
Li Xiaoyao didn't respond; after all, he had the upper hand.
The two sat in the car for another ten minutes, and Li Xiaoyao just couldn't sit still any longer.
"Hey."
"What?" Zhu Xiaoyue snapped back, still wrestling with how Li Xiaoyao could possibly know the color of her underwear and the details of her menstruation.
