Competition
Ning Lüluo's entire body was burning hot.
The feeling of being held by Shen Wuxiao was what she had always longed for.
She became even more determined to bind Shen Wuxiao tightly to herself, never letting him go.
Once they arrived at the teahouse, the attendants tactfully withdrew.
Ning Lüluo tugged Shen Wuxiao by the hand and eagerly led him toward the room she had prepared long ago.
The exterior was elegantly furnished, antique in style, with sandalwood incense lingering in the air and soothing both body and mind.
It was absolutely the perfect place to relax, unwind, and calm one's heart.
They entered the room.
At first, nothing seemed unusual.
Only the inner room was locked—and it was a mechanical lock.
Ning Lüluo could not wait to open it.
The instant the door opened, a fragrant scent rushed at them.
It was pitch-black inside, without a trace of light.
The moment the lights came on, even Shen Wuxiao was taken aback.
The lights were not overly bright; they were soft and gentle.
There were many shelves in the room, and many things were placed upon them.
What caught Shen Wuxiao's attention most was an entire shelf of figurines.
Shen Wuxiao always gave figurines a few extra glances.
But when he truly saw them, he felt a little creeped out.
Because those figurines all looked like him!
They came in all sizes.
They had clearly been custom-made.
Their likeness to the original was as high as ninety-nine percent.
There were ones of him sitting on a sofa with his legs crossed, smoking; ones of him leaning against a car; and all sorts of other scenes and poses.
There was even one at a one-to-four scale, eighty or ninety centimeters tall.
It was actually of him and Ning Lüluo.
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