Duanmu Zhe was born into a military family, his parents both high-ranking officials, making him a well-known offspring of the privileged in Capital City. He had an extraordinarily charming face, chestnut-colored short hair that was messy and unrestrained, and even sported a black earring on his left ear.
Duanmu Zhe curled his lips into a smile, grabbed Mo Qingyi's neck, and pulled her aside, asking in a low voice, "Mo 'Lil Three, are those two your friends?"
Feeling the warm breath spraying on her neck, surrounded by the scent of male hormones, Mo Qingyi was somewhat unnaturally, "Yes, what about it? Is it any of your business?"
They weren't kids anymore, running around bare-assed without regard for gender. Why was Duanmu Zhe still like when they were kids, hugging people left and right?
After all, she was a grown lady now.
Couldn't he have some sense of propriety between men and women?