Su Ruanruan was born with an innocent look, but there was already a hint of womanly charm between her brows and eyes.
Just thinking about who brought out that charm, Mu Jiu bristled with the urge to gnaw at Bao Jingyan's flesh alive.
He took a fierce swig of the aperitif and tore into the meat with big bites.
Zhou Susu, having gotten the cold shoulder, stopped talking and sat there fiddling with her nails.
Mu Qun couldn't stand it again: "What's with the nail polish, wipe it off when you get back."
That person never dabbled in these flashy things, clean and unadorned.
Saying so, Zhou Susu grew even less pleased but dared not explode, merely snorting softly.
"Did you hear what I said?" Mu Qun had no sympathy for delicacy with her, raising his voice a bit.
"I got it," Zhou Susu felt bitter inside.
She felt indignant—what was she lacking compared to that Su Ruanruan?
But Mu Qun was firmly fixated on Su Ruanruan, like a wolf eying a sheep, nearly drooling over her.
