When was his birthday? December 24. Qin Fen felt deeply conflicted. He really was not God, nor did he want to become God. Besides, Christmas fell on his birthday. This was not a request, merely a statement of fact. As for how the other party interpreted it, all he could do now was puke.
"I'm December 25!" Qin Fen was being underhanded. No way could he let them lead him astray. He was not God, just an ordinary nobody. So he pushed the date back by a day. Heavenly Dao, and whatever other nonsense there was... You wanted to mess with me? Dream on. I won't let you brainwash me.
Moses nodded frantically. "Understood, understood."
Qin Fen looked up gloomily. The female hooligan had changed into another outfit: short denim shorts. These things had an especially domineering name—hot pants. As for why they were called that, Qin Fen figured it was because wearing them looked hot. Just look at them, they barely reached the crotch, and they even had that annoying trendy style where the pocket lining showed beneath the legs.
"How is it?"
Qin Fen nodded. People with good figures looked good in anything. "You look good in whatever you wear!"
Sun Yating shot him a sidelong glance and secretly smiled. He really knew how to talk.
Seeing her expression, Qin Fen felt miserable. Was he supposed to say she looked ugly? These days, did telling the truth earn that kind of look? Damn it, he really was a woman's best friend.
He took out his phone and snapped a picture. He did not photograph her face, only the shorts. He would be going back to make them in a few days, and having a reference would be helpful.
"Really? But I think they're a little loose." Sun Yating