"Not me, look at her." Rong Che’s face was dark, his brow furrowed as he pointed toward An Ruoxue, who lay on the sofa. Of course, before Su Muyang had entered, he had covered her with a blanket—a blanket that happened to conceal her pair of long, snow-white, pencil-thin legs.
"My god, a woman..."
Su Muyang looked at the woman on the sofa. His delicate, effeminate face was a mask of shock. His phoenix eyes were wide open, staring in disbelief.
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