"Because I detest the look on your face right now." Rong Che raised an eyebrow with cold indifference, his long, narrow eyes filled with pure disdain.
"If you don't like it, then don't look," An Ruoxue retorted in a weak voice. "I didn't ask you to look anyway."
Although the volume of her last sentence was barely louder than the hum of a summer gnat, it was her misfortune that Rong Che’s sharp ears caught every word.
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