Lin Ruoxi spoke calmly, trying hard to maintain her composure and arrogance.
Han Yi stood up holding the coffee cup, a smirk appearing at the corner of her mouth.
"Oh? Even if men can't be trusted, can you be trusted? Oh, by the way, Tingxuan got a small tattoo on his hip last year, was it on the left hip or the right hip? Since you did it, you should know, right?"
Lin Ruoxi's palm slowly clenched, her eyes becoming sharp, her chest heaving, she hadn't really seen these details.
"Left hip..."
"Is that so? Are you sure it's the left hip?" Han Yi laughed. "Don't tell me, he used his finger..."
Lin Ruoxi's face began to flush, she trembled slightly, "No, not the left hip, it's the right hip!!"
