Chapter 17: No Flinch for the Real Man
Watching the impeccably groomed Zhao Qiang stride toward the lavatory, hair gleaming with gel, Lou Cheng felt a sudden jolt of panic. His meticulously cultivated calm, his freedom from arrogance and rashness, evaporated.
“Casanova, what should I wear...
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