"Shut up." Mao Nana's fist clenched with a crackling sound.
Every time the two met, they couldn't help but expose each other's dark secrets like a spinning wheel.
"I have an appointment with someone, so I'm not sticking around to play with you. See you later." Qin Qiuxi picked up her bag, grabbed her coat, and stood up from the sofa.
She had a delicate baby face but was tall, with a stunning figure, perfect curves, and wore a tight, red hip-hugging skirt that left little to the imagination. One glance at her was enough to make one's blood boil.
Her wavy hair added a touch of flirtatious allure, yet her doll-like face with its fair complexion seemed innocent. Her slightly upturned, fox-like eyes revealed a playful cunning, making her the pinnacle of both purity and allure.
As Qin Qiuxi came up to Ming Jing, she looked at her meaningfully: "What's your name?"
Ming Jing replied indifferently, "Ming Jing."