Li Xiaoqiang was thoroughly enjoying Ouyang Mingyue's statement, "Uhh... wasn't doing much, just appreciating beauty."
"You, you, you..."
Ouyang Mingyue's eyes, bright and piercing, stared at Li Xiaoqiang, her body shaking violently a few times, her gaze almost as if she wanted to devour him alive, "You're a rascal."
Li Xiaoqiang, unconcerned, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Appreciating beauty makes me a rascal? If you were walking on the street and suddenly fell, and everyone stared at you, wouldn't that mean everyone who stared at you was a rascal?"
"You, you... you're talking nonsense." Ouyang Mingyue, this icy beauty, was no match for someone like Li Xiaoqiang, who shamelessly shrugged off any criticism.
Seeing she couldn't outargue Li Xiaoqiang, Ouyang Mingyue immediately turned around and walked away.
Li Xiaoqiang stared at Ouyang Mingyue's swaying hips, squinted his eyes, stroked his chin, and said, "Didn't expect Sister Mingyue to be such a beauty, what a figure!"