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Su Nuo cackled with laughter, but in the next instant, her phone was snatched away—
"Hey! What was that for?"
Her eyes widened in a huff.
The man was wreathed in steam, the hazy mist lending him a seductive, alluring air. A pair of silver-rimmed glasses rested on the high bridge of his nose, and he wore a belted, black-and-white plaid pajama set that exuded an air of asceticism.
"...Is the phone more interesting than me?" The man held her phone, his brow furrowed in frustration. A strange glint appeared in his deep, dark eyes.
Su Nuo raised a brow and gave him a cheeky grin, winking flirtatiously. "Don't you have any confidence in yourself, my dear god?"
Di Chi Yi got onto the bed and slowly closed in on her. His scorching black eyes met hers, and he said nothing, just stared at her intently.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
Despite her usual composure, Su Nuo couldn't help but be intimidated by his advance. She swallowed hard and asked warily.
