An Ruoxue felt as if she had been caught red-handed while peeping, and the embarrassment was overwhelming.
"Do you have no sense of decorum or shame as a woman?"
Rong Che closed his laptop and looked up. His dark, ink-like cold eyes fixed directly on An Ruoxue, who was sitting opposite him. His tone, aside from being cold and ruthless, carried a hint of mocking playfulness.
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