Chen Xiaojun shuddered. "Xixi, you make it sound downright creepy."
He looked at Xixi with a miserable expression, only to find that she showed no reaction.
He scratched his head, then launched into another endless stream of words, speaking faster and faster. "Besides, Tang Chen goes for that rugged look. How did that become sleazy in your eyes?"
"Look, he might not have Qian Daoliu's aristocratic air, but just look at that sharply chiseled face and those steady, measured movements."
"That big gray-black jacket he wears fits the snowy mountains around Clear Sky Castle perfectly, doesn't it? It's very masculine."
"And his strength is nothing to scoff at."
"As far as I know, he could very well have innate full soul power. How did he end up getting this... rare-steak treatment from you? Looking down on him, are you...?"
Xixi's brows drew tighter and tighter, her expression growing darker by the moment. "Are you done yet?!"
At last, she could no longer bear it and cut him off.
Chen Xiaojun immediately raised both hands in surrender. "All right, all right, I'll stop. I need to get ready for my performance. I'm going, I'm going."
Seeing that he had stirred things up just enough, he turned to make his escape as he spoke.
He inwardly cursed himself for being shameless enough to use such tactics on a little girl.
What made a girl fall for someone at first sight changed at different stages of her life.
At least for Bo Saixi now, looks mattered more. Strength and potential were all empty abstractions to her.
Besides, Bo Saixi's circumstances and talent currently surpassed Tang Chen's.
He glanced back at Bo Saixi. Seeing her look as though she hated him enough to grind her teeth, he knew that his apparent attempt to push