Professor Liu Meets Professor Liu

With his back to Qin Yanan, Liu Chang'an slightly puffed out his abdomen, trying to make himself look like an elderly man with sagging flesh. But then he felt there was no need for that. In Yan Huaye's eyes, he should still be as he had been back then—upright and elegant, yet still strong and fit.

There was no need to deliberately leave the marks of time upon himself, only to add to a middle-aged woman's sorrow... Women were always more sensitive to the calm cruelty of time's passing.

"I often say Zhou Shuling is plain-looking but thinks highly of herself. That may not necessarily be without praise. We often praise someone for having a commendable spirit, an interesting mind, a noble soul, a pure heart, and so on... All those things we praise can be attributed to what goes on in the brain. Thinking highly of herself is my highest praise for her." Liu Chang'an glanced back at Qin Yanan. "You think highly of yourself too, but your figure and looks are too outstanding. People always overlook your thoughts, soul, heart, and spirit."

It sounded as though he thought very highly of Zhou Shuling, but he seemed to think even more highly of Qin Yanan... Qin Yanan did not mind being a little narcissistic at a time like this. Perhaps it was not narcissism at all.

After all, aside from thinking highly of herself like Zhou Shuling, she had always held the advantage in terms of figure and looks. For example, she had more fat available to shape the places that could draw his gaze.

She was also taller, and made a far better match for him. Unlike Zhou Shuling, who was much shorter than him and had trouble even standing on tiptoe when they kissed, much less doing