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Qiao Ruoxin couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Then say another one."
"..."
Watching Mo Chen's furrowed brow, her slender fingers caressed his sword-like eyebrows, "Don't frown; it'll give you a headache."
He laughed unexpectedly, the exquisite little face reflected in his pitch-black eyes.
"Is it that difficult? Can't squeeze out another sweet nothing?"
Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to acknowledge that he really couldn't come up with anything more.
"Little Ghost, that's probably a talent I don't possess."
Qiao Ruoxin's fingers climbed onto the man's broad shoulders and whispered mysteriously, "It's okay, I can handle it."
Mo Chen's handsome eyebrows lifted, "You can? Then you say one."
"Timing, atmosphere, and chemistry are required for this, blurting it out all of sudden will just sound greasy."
"Making excuses."
She snorted arrogantly, "You're just a straight man cancer; you don't get it."
