Yang Fei chuckled and pointed at the black strap peeking out from her white shirt.
"Don't ask how I know the color of your bra; it's already showing."
"You speak and act with precision, are dignified, almost rigid, doing everything by the book."
"With your perfectionist nature, your bra and panties are surely matching."
"So, I'm guessing your panties are black lace too."
Qin Xianfei was almost at her breaking point.
This guy isn't a psychology master's student; he's just a psychology rogue!
The most terrifying thing was that Qin Xianfei realized in shame and frustration.
Everything this guy said was spot on.
She truly is such a person—meticulous, scrupulous, demanding of herself and others.
The common flaws of perfectionists were all present in her.
She tried hard to suppress the anger surging inside her, maintaining her exterior of calm and shrewdness.
Qin Xianfei's little flame of fury was perfectly controlled.
"Do you think you're smart?"
