"What 'what' you?" Shi Yaoguang looked at Quan Sicheng, who wanted to defend himself, with composure before adding fuel to the fire, "You better give me a reasonable explanation. I need to know, what is your purpose in doing this."
"What if I say I have no purpose?"
"No purpose?"
Shi Yaoguang sneered, "No purpose, do you think that's possible?"
As she spoke, she gently caressed her cheek: "Surely you don't think that because you find me attractive, you developed some inappropriate thoughts?"
"That's fine. You have those thoughts about me, but you feel unsatisfied and want more?"
Quan Jinbei suddenly reached out and pulled her towards him.
Shi Yaoguang coughed lightly, restraining herself somewhat, but her spoken words remained sharp as ever.
"I don't care what you think when you take my picture; I don't want to know what you do with my photos. Now, I only have one question."
Quan Sicheng looked at her serious expression, his heart pounding.
