She glared at her boyfriend with annoyance—this guy was great in every way, but his damn, irresistible charm and his indiscriminate love for pretty girls were just a headache and a source of frustration.
I already have enough girlfriends at home!
Xiaolan took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the urge to pack the two of them up and throw them out the window.
She rubbed her throbbing temples, which felt like they were about to explode, and remembered that she had indeed been drunk and acted impulsively last night, agreeing to such an absurd thing as "sharing"... and even getting Aoko involved... It seemed she had to take some of the blame for this...
"Alright!" Xiaolan interrupted the two's "deeply affectionate" apology scene. Her voice was still cold and hard, but the murderous aura was slightly reduced, downgrading from "destruction mode" to "serious warning mode".
"You!" She pointed at Yuzuru, "Get out! I need to 'talk' to Aoko alone!"
She emphasized the word "chat" very much.
Yuzuru's heart skipped a beat. Should they talk alone?
Will they fight?
Although Aoko is most likely no match for Ran...
"Xiao Lan..."
"go out!"
Xiao Lan repeated herself without room for argument, her eyes narrowing dangerously.
Yuzuru glanced at Aoko with concern, conveying a complex message through his eyes: "May you have good luck," "Hang in there," "I'm with you in spirit," and "Scream if you can't take it anymore."
Aoko received the look in his eyes and trembled even more, like a little animal about to be abandoned.
In the end, under the powerful intimidation of "angel" Xiaolan, Yuzuru could only leave the room reluctantly, looking back every few steps, and gently close the door.
Only Xiaolan and Qingzi remained in the room.
The air fell silent again.
Looking at the girl in front of her who looked almost exactly like her, but was now crying her eyes out, looking pitiful and disheveled, Xiaolan felt extremely complicated. It was like a jumble of emotions, like a bottle of mixed feelings had been spilled, and an expired one at that.
Anger, jealousy, helplessness, and a hint of curiosity and inquiry that she herself didn't even realize?
This girl looks exactly like me. If she were in bed with me, would Nan be able to tell who was who?
She sighed, the black aura around her gradually dissipating, and she returned to her usual gentle demeanor, though her tone still carried an interrogative undertone. She adjusted her clothes and sat down in front of Qingzi:
"Now, it's just the two of us."
"Go ahead and speak, Nakamori Aoko."
"Tell me honestly, what are your true feelings for my Nan? When did it start? Tell me the truth!"
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