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Chapter 547 : Who is in control of the ups and downs: The taste of European otaku

"Come here" Darius pulled out another white carved chair and asked me to sit on it.

What a strange guy. No wonder he has such a weird temper. The decoration at home is almost black and white, but I quite like this style. It has a European otaku feel.

I fluffed my long hair and sat obediently on the white chair

The sun is very warm, there is no heat, it should still be morning

But shouldn't Darius live in a super luxurious villa? Why did he choose to live in this kind of apartment?

Although this Gothic-style high-end apartment looks like a place for wealthy people to live, only white-collar workers or government officials live in such one-bedroom apartments! I really don’t understand him.

I was still thinking about these things, and the towel in my hand was suddenly snatched away by Darius.

"This is a student dormitory." Darius wiped my long hair with a towel. He seemed to know what I was thinking, and he yelled at me casually.

Student dormitory???

"It can't be said to be a dormitory... Uh, wait a minute." Darius wiped my hair until it stopped dripping, and he put the towel on the table with hyacinths.

After thinking about something, he picked up a clothes hanger on the balcony and threw it towards the window on the other side of the 90-degree angle.

"Dang" a crisp sound was heard, and the space that was more than ten floors high was extremely bright.

"What are you doing! It's too much." I still couldn't figure out what Darius wanted to do, so I stood up and scolded him.

"Hi! Good morning." Darius didn't seem to hear what I said and said hello to the simple balcony on the other side.

I turned around to look at the balcony. Oh my God! I just saw the young man with wine-colored hair on the balcony. I quickly squatted down and hid under the patterned fence.

I opened my eyes secretly and looked at the balcony at a 90-degree angle through the sparse railings.

Leng Yuge was wearing casual pajamas and a pair of large-framed glasses outside his blue eyes.

Still feeling sleepy, he picked up the clothes hanger that Darius had hit, threw it into the pile of clothes hangers next to him, and rolled his eyes at us with contempt.

"Boring" I don't know whether Leng Yu avoided embarrassment or really didn't notice me, so he left the sentence and walked in as if nothing had happened.

It turns out that this is what Darius wanted to express. Looking at the pile of clothes hangers on the balcony of Lengyu Pavilion, I also looked down upon Darius and walked into the room.


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