Why wasn’t Connor wearing a shirt? Not that Kalilah minded. His physique was exactly her type. Her eyes darted around, scheming. Luckily, she hadn’t unpacked her suitcase yet. She quickly grabbed it and headed towards the tents, but this time, she marched straight into the men's tent.
Earlier, she had "accidentally" bumped into the flag, discreetly changing its direction. She wasn't too worried about the live stream viewers catching on. Even if they did, it would just look like an innocent mistake. And then, that innocent mistake leading her into the men's tent.
As expected, once Kalilah walked into the men's tent with her suitcase, the live chat went wild.
[Did Kalilah just walk into the wrong tent? That’s the men’s tent!]
[Mr. Connor is changing in there right now. What is Kalilah up to?]
[Lisaflower: Kalilah’s doing it on purpose, what a little bitch. She’s just trying to hook up with
Connor.]
[Wait, why isn’t Lisaflower scolding Chloe now?]
[Stop spreading rumors, folks. Be careful, or we'll sue you. Didn’t you see the flag change direction? Our Kalilah was just misled.]
Inside the tent, Connor was rummaging through his suitcase, pulling out a black shirt. He buttoned it up, leaving only the top two buttons undone. Then he heard the sound of someone entering.
Kalilah walked in, suitcase in hand, only to see Connor already dressed. She felt a pang of disappointment. She had hoped to catch him in a compromising state, thinking it might bring them closer.
Feigning surprise, she took a few steps and stopped. “Connor, why are you here?”
Connor’s face was icy, like an unmelting glacier. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”
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