[The full scope of ridiculousness doesn't fail to settle heavily on Shi Qingxuan's shoulders, sagging with the weight of his frustration and embarrassment. His own nudity and less than presentable state of his hair pale in comparison to the budding mortification in his chest.
Of course Ming Yi wouldn't.
Shoulders squared, he marches forth to the expansive mirror, wiping at the insulting sentence with a gusto reserved for admonishing wrong doers.]
There! [he presses his hands together, triumphantly. Before the words π²ππ²πΈπ½ materializes, this time.]
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Of course Ming Yi wouldn't.
Shoulders squared, he marches forth to the expansive mirror, wiping at the insulting sentence with a gusto reserved for admonishing wrong doers.]
There! [he presses his hands together, triumphantly. Before the words π²ππ²πΈπ½ materializes, this time.]
What is with this thing?!