What Qinghe saw at this moment was exactly the kind of scene that would make one's blood boil. A devilishly handsome face with a mischievous smile at the corner of his lips, a perfect physique, a bare upper body showing off powerful muscles, and the lower body casually wrapped with a loosely tied white scarf. It made one slightly maliciously look forward to it perhaps just falling off—actually, that wouldn't be bad, would it?
Just moments ago, she was secretly laughing at Zhao Xuexue, that little girl, with an angelic appearance and a lecherous heart. Now she realized it was she who misunderstood. Such seductive beauty in front of her, anyone would falter. The mere fact that she managed not to pounce proved her exceptional self-control.
Ahem, Qinghe awkwardly coughed, feeling a bit embarrassed, wanting to look but too shy to look.
Finally, her myriad of complex thoughts condensed into one sentence: "Why are you here?"
