"Oh, quite the proud one, aren't you? Since you won't take it off, I'll do it myself,"
Ye Luo said with a wicked smile, as he reached out to Qin Yuru's face, intending to remove her sunglasses.
"How dare you?" Qin Yuru's pretty face turned icy as she shouted, her hand moving to block Ye Luo, but it was utterly useless; he had already snatched her sunglasses away, revealing a pair of eyes bright as stars before him.
The charm of Qin Yuru, once her sunglasses were removed, instantly skyrocketed. Her elongated, phoenix-like eyes shone with bright intelligence, and her expression carried a touch of arrogance, her demeanor cold yet noble.
Even for Ye Luo, who had seen his fair share of beauties, the sight of Qin Yuru without her sunglasses made him inwardly exclaim that this beauty, whether in figure, temperament, or facial features, was not inferior to Ling Qingya, Luo Jingxuan, and others. Moreover, she possessed a nobility that made her stand apart from them.
