Shi Keke hummed in response, then asked him, "My clothes, did you change them?"
Shi Mei played lazily with the doorknob, looking at her nonchalantly, his thin lips slightly curved, "What do you think?"
He didn't answer her question directly, his equivocal attitude could lead one's thoughts astray.
Shi Keke, adept at analyzing others, for the first time felt outmatched in front of a man, because she genuinely couldn't read his mind. Compared to before, his depths seemed unfathomable—a bottomless gaze that was inscrutable and impenetrable.
"Definitely not you who changed them." Shi Keke didn't know where her confidence came from, but she met his gaze and said, "It would have been acceptable for you to change my clothes before I was of age, but I'm now a mature woman. With your IQ and EQ, you would absolutely not allow your sister's purity to be compromised by your actions. So...you wouldn't have changed my clothes."
