When Number Nine’s lockout finally lifted, it had been bracing itself to see some leftover spicy footage.
Instead, all it saw was Qu Weichen and Chen Qingjue sitting on the edge of the bed, holding hands, doing who knew what.
Emmm…
There wasn’t a single trace of anything on the bed.
The quilt was perfectly straight, not even a little rumpled.
Number Nine did a lightning-fast scan of the room, then let out a shriek of disbelief:
[You two just held hands?!]
How could the duration of the lockout be this braindead?!
In despair, Number Nine wondered what on...
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