"In what way are you better? Show me, or I won't believe you."
A sly gleam flickered in Li Sifan's eyes, his voice husky with a hint of sensuality.
Something seemed poised to spill out, making the already dim light feel even more intimate and suggestive.
Clearly, the question had stumped Luo Mingyu.
He swayed.
His alcohol-soaked brain struggled to work.
In what way was he better?
More manly?
Richer?
Better endowed?
Better-looking?
Oh, right!
He was better-looking than that two-faced little schemer.
With that thought, Luo Mingyu blurted out, "Aren't I better-looking?"
"Which part of you looks better?" Li Sifan immediately pressed.
"Every part," Luo Mingyu said haughtily.
"Then take your clothes off and let me see?"
"Fine, look all you want!"
Once his competitive streak kicked in, there was no stopping him.
Luo Mingyu promptly stripped off his shirt. Moonlight shone on his fair skin, revealing the faint definition of his muscles.
Li Sifan knew the guy had always been fair, his skin as smooth as a pearl. But he hadn't expected it to look almost translucent this close, making him want to touch it, give it a pinch, then pull him into his arms and ravish him.
But his older sister's warning still rang in his ears. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay put.
"Nothing special."
Li Sifan rolled over after saying that, but his heart was bleeding.
Who could hold out when the person they liked practically threw himself into their arms?
His sister was downright inhuman!
His failed display instantly sent Luo Mingyu into a humiliated rage. "What about my face?! My face?! Haven't you all been saying since we were kids that my face could bring a nation to ruin?!"
"It's nothing to write home about?" Struggling to stay calm, Li