HRPM – Chapter 98  Unleashing the Ultimate Move (3)

“What the hell are all these things? What exactly are you doing?” Xiao Che said coldly as he walked up to the table, staring at the basins and buckets—the very things that had made those damn noises.

Jin Luoluo twirled the wooden sticks lightly in her hands, completely at ease.

“Instruments, of course. Don’t think only things like the pipa or flute can be instruments. Life is full of surprises—music is everywhere. As for me, I’m just playing some rock music.”

“What is rock music?”

“You don’t even know what rock is? Idiot. Your language skills are terrible—can’t you understand it from the words? ‘Rock and roll’—I rock, then you roll. Now you can roll out of here. No need to see you off!”

Jin Luoluo tossed the two wooden sticks behind her, strolled over to the bed, kicked off her shoes, pulled up the blanket, and closed her eyes—all in one smooth motion.

Seeing the smile she couldn’t suppress at the corner of her lips, Xiao Che was so angry his eyes nearly popped out, his chest heaving.

He had to marry Jin Luoluo as soon as possible. Once she became his princess consort, he could punish her openly and properly. If she dared to keep acting so arrogantly and step all over him, he’d make her pay for it.

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“Your Highness, go and come back early. After court, I’ll treat you to a meal—come here, okay!” Jin Luoluo looked at Xiao Che in his luxurious black outfit and felt extremely pleased with her choice.

That morning, when she had put the clothes on him, the moment he turned around, the maids in the room were instantly smitten—yet his unusually cold aura made them too intimidated to stare for long.

Even though that jinx was thoroughly despicable, she had to admit—his face, his figure, his presence were all top-notch.

A scheming, ruthless, black-hearted jinx like him was perfectly suited for black clothing. Look at how sharp he appeared—he completely outshone all those handsome men from Europe, America, Japan, and Korea.

“Treat me to a meal? Jin Luoluo, don’t push your luck. Wearing your clothes is already giving you enough face,” Xiao Che replied coldly.

Did she really think that just because he wore clothes she made, it meant he liked her a little? This woman’s delusions were acting up again.

Jin Luoluo didn’t care in the slightest. She stuffed her business card into his hand, brimming with confidence.