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If I didn't do this soon, I might find myself in Ouyang Zhirou's bed in the next second, and what awaited me would be the wrath from all sides.
After some time, I finally changed into a new outfit and stepped out, my face glowing with vitality. The mundane world no longer stirred any emotional waves within me, though I felt a twinge of regret for my brothers from the Three Billion Elite Soldiers.
"Are you done? Come eat, the food is getting cold!"
At that moment, Ouyang Zhirou had already changed into a normal outfit and was sitting at the dining table, eating the takeout I had ordered for her. From the moment I walked out until I sat down at the table, she hadn’t glanced at me once, and I hadn’t looked at her either.
It was as if nothing had happened between us; we were both oblivious to it all.
"By the way, Zhi Rou, I need to make a trip to the mall later. Are you coming?"
Upon hearing the word "mall," her eyes lit up, and she sprang up from her chair as if she had just seen a feast after a long hunger. Shopping was something every woman loved, and Ouyang Zhirou was no exception.
To her ears, shopping was euphemistically called a date—a date just for the two of us without Lin Mu Xi to interfere. Naturally, she was excited.
She didn’t say anything, but from her expression and those sparkling eyes, I could see her enthusiastic agreement.
"Let’s go! It’s almost eight o'clock; we have a lot to buy and should head back early."
Ouyang Zhirou left me with a quick note that she would change clothes and dashed back to her room.
What a hassle! What’s wrong with just going out like this?
Perhaps it was due to the excitement of going out that made my brain short-circuit at that moment; I forgot that even for something as simple as taking out the trash, girls needed to put on full makeup before stepping outside—a philosophy I seemed to overlook.
Half an hour passed while she changed clothes, but to me, it didn’t seem like there was much difference between her ordinary nightgown and the dress she put on.
"See?"
Those three words had echoed in my ears countless times over these days. I looked at her and let my gaze linger before saying, "Uh-huh, let’s go."
Such an ordinary phrase could be interpreted in a thousand ways by a thousand people; for Ouyang Zhirou, it meant sheer indifference—very dismissive indeed.
She gazed at me with deep-set eyes that seemed almost ink-like, hiding an imperceptible flicker of annoyance beneath her gradually lowering voice. "Is this it? Nothing else?"
"Look, it looks good! I really think it looks good! What’s wrong?"
That was my standard straight male response.
And it was this very response that made Ouyang Zhirou sense something amiss; I had transformed completely from who I was before entering and after leaving the bathroom.
Suddenly, she opened her palm and pressed it against her chin while pacing back and forth, scrutinizing me intently. "I heard that after boys do certain things, they lose interest in everything for a while. You didn’t do anything like that, did you?"
In that moment, she resembled Sherlock Holmes with her keen insight into everything while I felt like a guilty thief whose secrets were unwittingly exposed.
The words slipped from her lips, and a buzzing filled my ears. My mind went blank for a moment as I stared in disbelief at Ouyang Zhirou. How did she know!?
Ouyang Zhirou's gaze locked onto my eyes, but I couldn't bear to meet her stare. My hands flailed in the air, and I thought, how could this be happening? We needed to leave; it would be too late if we stayed any longer.
I didn't care what she was feeling; I just pushed her toward the door.
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