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"Ling Feng, could you come to my room for a moment?"
Just then, Ein appeared. She smiled at Ling Feng and invited him to her room...
"OK!"
Ling Feng agreed without even thinking. Ein was probably looking for him because of work again...
After Ling Feng entered Ein's room, she immediately closed the door and asked with a smile, "Was the lipstick mark on your face miku's?"
"Huh? Is it still there?"
Ling Feng hurriedly covered his left cheek, feeling conflicted. He had wiped it several times already. Was it still not clean? Miku, did you use red ink instead of lipstick? Why does this stuff last so well?
"I was lying. You wiped it off ages ago."
Ein smiled helplessly. "You really are easy to fool. Still, it seems you really do have something going on with miku, huh? After all, when I mentioned miku's lipstick mark just now, you didn't deny it."
"Ein, you..."
Ling Feng was completely speechless. This girl's tricks were way too deep. Maybe it was because he relaxed more around Ein, but he often got caught by her simple little schemes.
"That's right..."
With no other choice, Ling Feng nodded in admission and said with a helpless laugh, "But when all's said and done, it's all your and Tesla's fault..."
"Hm? What does that have to do with us?"
Ein looked confused as well. In her view, it was perfectly normal for Ling Feng to like miku. This guy was basically a perverted lecher at heart, so of course he liked pretty girls.
She did not care if he went after other girls, either. But it was one thing for him to make a move on miku—she would not say anything about that. Blaming her and Tesla for it, though,