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With that thought, Su Xiaoxiao's joyful smile narrowed her eyes into slits, her fox-like eyes becoming even more seductive. The corners of her eyes were long and slightly lifted, and a faint pinkish red tinted her temples, captivating one's soul.
"Do I look good?"
"You do."
A sudden voice popped up, and Su Xiaoxiao unconsciously responded.
She was stunned for a few seconds before realizing what had happened. When she looked again, the rascal had already put down his pen, was massaging his wrists, and was looking over with a teasing smirk.
Su Xiaoxiao's shoulders shook, and she hurriedly closed her fingers, burying her little face tightly in her hands, attempting to pretend nothing had happened.
But a pale hand holding a scroll had already reached out.
"Sneaky sneaky."
"Ugh."
"Harboring ill intentions."
"Ow~"
"Peeking through the fingers."
"Stop hitting me."
"Did you underestimate this young master?"
"Whimper, no, you're the most formidable."
