I Became a Villainess Werewolf In My Own Novel
We exchanged exhausted glances, a silent acknowledgment of the day's challenges.
"My eyelid has been twitching. How about yours?" I inquired, attempting to lighten the mood.
Randy, ever the considerate one, offered me some bread, his eyes still glued to his book. "You probably haven't slept well! Here, have some bread!"
I glanced at his choice of reading material, unable to stifle a chuckle. "Randy, are you still engrossed in my low-quality harem novel?"
The professor, oblivious to the term, questioned, "What does 'harem' mean?"
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