In the museum.
Several couples began to split up to search for the password boxes.
Mo Chen, however, was sizing up Little Ghost from top to bottom, a hint of an enigmatic smile appearing on his lips.
"Why are you staring at me like that?"
"It's the first time I've seen you in a cheongsam, you look quite nice."
The man's pitch-black eyes grew a few degrees hotter, like a scanner meticulously tracing her body's curves.
Little Ghost truly suited cheongsams, with a voluptuous figure, skin whiter than snow, a waist so slender it could hardly be grasped, those long legs faintly visible and every inch of exposed skin exuding a subtle sex appeal.
It was a temptation no man could resist.
Qiao Ruoxin felt so unnerved by his gaze that she felt as if she was naked.
"Hurry up and find the password box; if you cause me to lose the game, I'll be even less likely to forgive you."
Mo Chen took her cold hand and said in a deep voice, "With me here, you won't lose."