One exuded a regal grandeur, proud and dazzling like an Empress, while the other was cold as frost, with an aura of detachment belonging to an ice-cold beauty.
But regardless of which one it was, Zhu Haomiao had a strange possessiveness, as if these two girls were inherently his own.
Unable to discern whether he was influenced by [Lust] or attracted by some more mysterious power, Zhu Haomiao experienced an unusually strong possessiveness while scrutinizing the cold girl at close range.
"Is this your boyfriend?"
Seeing the girl slowly squat down to lift the corpse, Zhu Haomiao couldn't help but ask.
Not expecting the boy to initiate a conversation, the girl's movement paused and she shook her head slightly.
"No, he's my brother."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Haomiao's heart skipped, and a mischievous smile appeared on his face as nonsensical words slipped out of his mouth.
"Miss, you don't want your brother's body to be desecrated, do you?"
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