The good mood he had when he came out today was gone, and Ye Shaoxuan prepared to return.
After walking two steps, he suddenly stopped and lowered his head to look at his body. "Am I really that skinny?"
Xiao Liu, another shorter and plumper attendant, hurriedly said, "Young Master isn't skinny. He's very well-built."
Ye Shaoxuan's face instantly darkened, and he waved his hand, sending him flying with a single palm strike. "How dare you fob me off?"
"You should know the consequences of lying to me."
"Young Master, spare my life! I didn't mean to. I..." Xiao Liu had never expected his flattery to backfire so badly, and he felt like crying.
Wasn't he doing this to make the Young Master happy?
Xiao Wu gave him a meaningful look, telling him to shut his mouth at once. Then he bowed to the Young Master. "Young Master, you're very well-built, and your physique is better than other men's. Whether it's your appearance, looks, family background, or abilities, you're the best in the martial world. Otherwise, so many women wouldn't like you. However..."
"However what?" Ye Shaoxuan stared at him with sunken eyes, looking as if he would make Xiao Wu pay if he failed to explain himself properly.
Xiao Wu secretly steadied his nerves and continued explaining methodically. "However, as the saying goes, radishes and cabbages each have their own appeal."
"A small number of women have different tastes from everyone else. Some like men who are fair and chubby, finding such men cute. Others prefer the sort of rough man covered in muscles, thinking he can protect them. So..."
This Miss Su, who was frail and sickly and looked as if the wind could blow her away, yet possessed beauty capable of outshining the whole nation, was the