What did she mean? Was she saying she looked like a madwoman?
How did he look like a madman?
Su Qiao saw what he meant in his eyes and curled her lips. He looked like a madman in every way.
She could not be bothered with him anymore. Turning a corner, she continued on her way.
"Don't leave."
"You just said I didn't have the slightest bit of appeal?"
Ye Shaoxuan was already seething with anger. How could he possibly let her walk away like that?
He had always been the one who angered others. No one had ever managed to anger him, much less walk away as though nothing had happened after making him unhappy.
This time, Su Qiao's arm was grabbed, forcing her to turn around again.
"Are you very muscular?"
"Do you have eight-pack abs?"
If you did not even have eight-pack abs, where did you get your appeal?
"I..." Ye Shaoxuan lowered his head and looked at his abdomen.
Eight-pack abs? He really did not have those.
But...
"Although I don't have eight-pack abs, it's not as if I'm skinny."
That was right. That was exactly how it was.
Although he was not built particularly sturdily, he was not skinny either.
Why did only men with eight-pack abs have any appeal?
Su Qiao furrowed her brows, undisguised disdain in her eyes. "This? And you still don't call yourself skinny?"
Ye Shaoxuan's brows drew together as well.
How was he skinny?
His build was that of a normal man, was it not?
No, he was far more tall and imposing than other ordinary mortals.
"Do you have hard, bulging muscles on your arms? Can you lift a stone weight weighing over a hundred kilograms with one hand? Is your skin a healthy and attractive bronze color?"
Su