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The young wife dashed out of the room, her escape followed by Shujun's deep, suppressed roar of frustration, "Dong—Xiao—Hui—!!!"

Ah, was he blowing his top?

She flashed a sly smile, then turned around and said, "Liang Xiaojun, honey, take care of your kidneys!"

As she turned, she saw the neighbor's window open, and a pale, sickly man who stood tall like Cui Zhu, gazing indifferently at her.

She grinned, then wandered around the courtyard. Not seeing Lao Si anywhere, she headed straight to his room.

Inside the room, where the fire basin was lit, Lao Si was initially facing away from the door. His upper body was bare, his bronze skin strong and beautiful, adorned with well-defined muscles, complete with abdominal and Adonis lines, though his large frame made him appear somewhat imposing.

But his appearance was indeed captivating.