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This time, I didn't chase him away. Instead, he shouted at me to scram. I don't know why, but I was in a good mood when I heard him say the word 'get out.' I think I'm probably a masochist.

When I returned home, Tang Minglang had already returned to his room. I don't know if I was overthinking it or something, but I always felt like there was a vixen smell in the room.

With ill intentions