Bold and passionate love: Acting coquettishly in Mr. Huo's arms

Shi Yin'er didn't understand what was going on. She opened her eyes wide and asked in surprise, "Doesn't that mean that even a tiny scrap of fabric from this skirt can prove whether it's genuine?"

"Strictly speaking, that's correct."

Ruan Xingchen responded with a curl of her red lips.

With a slightly cold smile on her lips, she threw away the piece of scrap of cloth in her hand.

He said calmly, "This technology has only just begun to be used. I got the inspiration for it at the banquet when He Xuemei mistakenly thought I was wearing a high-end imitation."

She chuckled and looked at He Caiwei, her distinct black and white eyes filled with a hint of sarcasm. She smiled and said, "So, I can tell whether this dress is authentic or a knockoff at a glance."

Shi Yin'er didn't understand the meaning behind her words. She just widened her eyes and sighed with pure emotion: "Then this kind of fabric must be very expensive, right? It's covered with dark patterns but it doesn't affect the appearance. I want to see how beautiful this skirt is."

However, when she looked down, all she could see were the broken pieces of the gift box.

Because it was cut into too small pieces, the gift box could hardly hold it, and some of the pieces were scattered on the table.

A hint of regret appeared on her face, and she couldn't help but whisper, "What a pity! Who is so cruel as to destroy such a beautiful dress?"

And this is obviously not simple destruction.

It's not just a random cut or something, but every piece of fabric is cut into shreds.

Shi Yin'er scratched her cheek, looking somewhat bewildered as she casually said, "What patience! Cutting it like this is as if it has some deep hatred for the skirt. How petty must one be to go to such lengths to deal with a skirt!"

Hearing this, Ruan Xingchen almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

Shi Yin'er is sometimes extremely straightforward in her words, and she goes straight to the point.

I don’t know what He Caiwei is feeling in her heart right now.

How would He Caiwei feel?

She was so angry that her teeth were about to break, and she once again regretted choosing Shi Yin'er as her follower.

So stupid.

Stupid and tactless.

When she heard Ruan Xingchen explain the process of using fabric to prevent counterfeiting, she felt like she was shooting herself in the foot.

Anyway, I'm in a terrible mood right now.

After a brief explanation, Ruan Xingchen did not forget the main purpose of her coming here today.

She leaned lazily against the bed frame with her arms folded, her eyes piercing and cold. She raised her eyes and asked calmly, "So, can you explain to me now, Sister He, why did this skirt become like this?"

He Caiwei lowered her head.

Her hair fell from the edge of her cheek, casting a shadow, making half of her face dark.

It's inexplicably obscure and difficult.

"I……"

She lowered her head, her voice dry, as if she was in great difficulty.

She clenched her fists, bit her lip and whispered, "I don't know how to explain to you... I'm sad that the skirt has become like this. I really like this skirt..."

Her eyes were slightly red as she stared at the broken pieces of the gift box, as if she really couldn't accept the scene before her.

He quickly turned his head and whispered, "This is the first gift my senior gave me. I wanted to treasure it. I never thought it would turn out like this."

"What He Xuemei means is that you are completely unaware of this?"

Ruan Xingchen sneered.

Even at this time, he is still being stubborn.

If she continues to get away with it tonight, wouldn't her trip here be in vain?

She took a step forward and lifted He Caiwei's chin with her slightly cool fingertips, her tone of voice carrying a hint of coldness.

He asked calmly, "This is He Xuemei's dorm room, but she claims she didn't know anything about it. So, can I assume that the safety of H University's dorms is questionable, and that someone can enter your dorm room without your permission?"

Pointing at the broken pieces of the gift box, she chuckled with a hint of mockery, "It must have taken a lot of effort to get it to this state. What kind of person would be so bold as to sneak into a junior's dormitory and wreak such elaborate destruction?"

He Caiwei was forced to look up, and the light from the incandescent lamp fell on her face, illuminating her expression clearly.

She had no way of guaranteeing that she would not reveal any flaws, so she could only close her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

He looked unwilling to cooperate.

"What does this mean, He Xuemei?"

Ruan Xingchen's eyes turned even colder, and she asked in a cold voice, "Doesn't He Xuemei like this skirt very much? We are trying to find out who really ruined it. Why is He Xuemei silent?"

"I have nothing to say."

He Caiwei clenched her fists and pursed her lips.

She refused to look at Ruan Xingchen, but the corners of her eyes seemed to be tinged with a hint of grievance and sadness. She said dryly, "Senior sister, there's no need to ask anymore. I won't say anything. Let's just leave it at that..."

She gave a wry smile and said sadly, "Or you could think I cut it myself... You could hate me or be suspicious of me. Anyway, I have nothing to say, and no information to provide you."