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Watching her slightly annoyed, delicately charming face, Yves King couldn't help but laugh, "Usually I call you Old Cooper and you don't react so much. What's different about today?"
"There's nothing different about today, but you're not allowed to call me Old Cooper!" A flush appeared on Mabel Cooper's face, and she rolled her eyes, "You've sneaked into my house and I haven't even settled the score with you yet, do you even know what private property trespassing is?" Wrapped in a towel, her dark, lustrous hair was piled high, revealing two sections of fair, sleek shoulders, and a long, delicate neck. She looked particularly sexy and charming. Gone was the usual staid lady in a business suit, replaced with a strong, intimidating aura. Even when she was slightly irritated, her feminine charm outshone her officialdom.
