It could be anticipated that after the press conference, Sabrina would face further criticism and scolding.

The event staff brought in the props.

“Feel free to discuss,” the host encouraged.

Surveying the needle and thread, Sabrina inquired, “Which do you prefer?”

Tyrone chose the needle first, positioning it between his lips. Sabrina then selected the thread, biting down on one end.

“The game starts now. You have two minutes. Failure within the time limit results in a penalty.”

Sabrina and Tyrone locked eyes and got to work.

teeth, Tyrone leaned in close to Sabrina,

close, their foreheads nearly touching, noses brushing against each other. The

ever, zoomed in on

lips brushed against each

being filmed off-stage by the

myriad of

they faced was

close to succeeding several times, but it always fell

she

this way. They’ve got

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