"screwdriver."
"screw."
"Wrench... No, forget that. Give me the cold green tea."
Lu Liangxiang dipped the tea in water and drew geometric patterns on the table. The pumpkin head mask and other Halloween props that had just been put away were placed around her work in an interlaced manner. The dark space created by drawing the curtains looked like a sacrificial scene of some mysterious religion.
If you ignore the string of neon lights she just laid on the ground.
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