The cool and aloof girl's legs stopped swinging, her lips slightly parted, displaying a hint of surprise and shock.
She had never seen this side of Xiao Qimo.
A moment ago, he was a well-dressed, refined gentleman.
In the blink of an eye, his suit jacket was on the ground, and his shirt was slightly disheveled and open.
Under the high-end fabric, the man's skin shone with a cool white sheen, his muscles faintly discernible.
He was rolling up the left sleeve of his shirt with his right hand, gradually revealing his firm and attractive forearm, doing so with elegance and ease.
With both hands occupied, he held the dark red tie in his mouth; such a roguish yet casual action was particularly pleasing to the eye when he did it.
Lu Mian felt a bit hot watching him, involuntarily licking her lips.
She didn't know how alluring that action was.
Xiao Qimo lowered his eyebrows, hiding the unusual redness at the corner of his eyes.