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... teapot, filling her cup leisurely. In the dim light, Lin Miao could see her long, lowered eyebrows, revealing a hint of a vicious glint. In the not-so-bright room, she resembled an old fox lurking in the shadows, creeping closer to its prey step by step.
But Lin Miao was completely relaxed, naturally leaning on the chair, hands on his legs, without looking back. His eyes showed no panic; now was not the time to shake legs or cross arms. Any subconscious nervousness or defensive movement ...
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