Hua Xiangrong's slender hands were like wicker, and she gently swept over the Prada haute couture suit. She lifted it with her bare hands and brushed off the fine fibers on his shoulders.
"If you want me to cooperate, well, you can't have this attitude, Mr. Fancy."
Tan Chen reached out and stroked her forehead. The cold touch made Hua Xiangrong shiver.
"You!"
Before she could fight back, Qin Su made a "pop" sound and suddenly placed his hands on the wall beside her ears. He sneered: "You don't need to cooperate, just shut up."
There was a faint scent of tobacco lingering on his body, forming a net around Hua Xiangrong, binding her hands and feet.
She had seen many handsome men and beautiful women, but for the first time, she was purely impressed by the appearance of the man in front of her.
It was a handful of snow on an iceberg. Someone suddenly covered her heart. Her heart suddenly contracted and her pores expanded. She subconsciously licked her chapped lips.
Tan Chen looked at the woman who was staring blankly with contempt in his heart. He had seen too many such women.
He leaned close to Hua Xiangrong's ear and thrust each word into Hua Xiangrong's heart like a knife.
"Put away your face full of desire." The breath lingered from Hua Xiangrong's earlobe to the corner of her mouth: "It's really stupid."
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