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"Oh, you're actually coming back to sleep tonight?"
In the villa at the corner of the chemical plant.
Wearing a silk velvet nightgown, old Kolev stared at Yang Ming, who was beaming with joy, his old face full of disdain.
"Let me think, my dear nephew, who was it that once told me, noblewomen are all untrustworthy?"
"Yes, I did say that."
Yang Ming unbuttoned his shirt and replied with a smile, "Miss Windsor is different. Although she isn't exactly gentle, her straightforward personality is indeed very charming."
"Come on!"
Kolev scolded, "Do you think I was never young? In our eyes, does a woman's charm have anything to do with her personality?"
"Uncle, that's too one-sided. Personality is a major bonus and can influence one's aura."
After Yang Ming finished speaking, he blinked, and Kolev tactfully stopped nagging about this topic.
People say that the longer you spend time together, the more you unconsciously mimic each other's habits.
