"Lingyin, the shape of your legs is smooth, sleek, and delicate, like a beautiful musical score flowing with a captivating melody. The only flaw is that they lack a tiny bit of luster. How about this? I'll write you a prescription. Take it for three consecutive days, and it'll fix that little imperfection. Don't worry."
Jiang Xinghai knew Shen Lingxue must have misunderstood, so he immediately adopted the solemn tone of a doctor giving a diagnosis to Shen Lingyin.
"Sis! Help me! He... he's assaulting me!"
But suddenly, Shen Lingyin's urgent cry for help left Jiang Xinghai momentarily stunned.
'This girl's little scheme... she was waiting for Shen Lingxue to come back before she made her move!'
'Isn't she just trying to embarrass me on purpose?'
"Jiang Xinghai!"
Shen Lingxue strode forward and threw the files in her hand at him.
