The guests in the public area were abuzz with chatter, as if a bomb had gone off.
Guests in the mid-tier membership area, as well as several in the higher-tier membership areas, all walked over to the lofty corridors, peering down at the gleaming bottle of "special medicine" on display below.
However, Lu Mian had already made up her mind.
Xiao Qimo tilted his head slightly, glancing at her, and instantly understood her intentions. He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, the cold glint in his lenses flashing briefly.
He took out his phone and, with an easy, unhurried motion, crossed one leg over the other and sent a message to Simber at the 726 Medical Research Base.
As he carried out this series of actions, Lu Mian, seated beside him, mirrored him almost perfectly, also pulling out her phone and shifting her sitting position.
Unspoken synergy.
The crowd: Even though these two weren't deliberately showing affection, we still feel strangely full from secondhand sweetness.
