Seeing Liu Yanmei's confident smile waver, Chen Lin felt a subtle surge of satisfaction.Merriam-Webster Dictionary
Shi Yuan leaned in, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Oh my god," she whispered, "if only I could capture Liu Yanmei's face right now—she looks like she just bit into a lemon."
Yun Haoming chuckled, shaking his head.
"You two are terrible," he said, though the amusement in his voice betrayed his agreement.
A smirk tugged at the corner of Chen Lin's lips. "It was actually your fiancée's brilliant idea."
Shi Yuan chuckled, raising her glass in mock surrender. "Guilty as charged."
As the auction pressed on, Chen Lin shifted in her seat, a small frown tugging at her brow.
Noticing her discomfort, Shi Yuan leaned in, her eyes narrowing in concern. "Everything okay? You look like you're about to explode."
Chen Lin shot her a dry look. "It's my back. It was itching earlier, and now it's burning up. It's only getting worse. I think it's the fabric."
