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It was already three in the morning when Zhou Chen returned to Li Xiye's home, but the lights in the villa were still on.
He walked into the living room, weary from his journey, and saw two people on the sofa. An open first-aid kit sat on the coffee table. Li Xiye was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt splattered with specks of blood. She held a cotton ball soaked in rubbing alcohol with a pair of tweezers, dabbing at a wound on her arm.
Beside the sofa sat a girl with long, wavy hair. It was a mess, and her clothes were clearly torn, as if she'd just been in a fight.
Zhou Chen's arrival caught their attention. The girl with the long, wavy hair stared at him for a couple of seconds, her expression turning to shock. "You're keeping a man?"
