Ji Yunhuai didn't quite understand He Mingchuan's logic, but seeing him flop onto the bed without taking off his jacket set off his germophobia.
"Get up and talk." His brows furrowed tightly. He hauled He Mingchuan up with one hand, then kicked him onto the sofa nearby. Only then did his expression ease a little. "How am I a loser? You really know how to talk someone down."
He Mingchuan didn't resist at all. He simply kept lying down after moving to the sofa, staring at the ceiling with hollow, world-weary eyes. "I'm not trying to discourage you, but this is exactly how things fell apart with all the women I pursued!"
Ji Yunhuai fell silent for two seconds before questioning him. "Didn't you only pursue one? Where did 'all' come from?"
"So what if it was one? Even if I only pursued one, I still have more experience than you! Whatever else you say about me, I've been there! Could you stop looking down on my experience?"
Having had a sore spot jabbed, He Mingchuan sprang upright, his eyes brightening with grief and indignation. "Seriously, I just don't get it. Am I really such a bad catch? Huh?"
"I don't even need to mention money. I've got plenty! And I'm handsome and charming, aren't I? As for height and physique, I've got everything a guy should have! I've been direct about my feelings eight hundred times, so why on earth won't Jiang Feiwan give me a chance? Waaaaah! Our families are a perfect match, too!"
His racket was giving Ji Yunhuai a headache, so he offered a cutting assessment. "Probably because you're unreliable and talk too much."
He Mingchuan abruptly stopped talking. "..."
He Mingchuan glared at him. "Could you try not being so mean once in a while?