"Come on, argue with me!" Xu Su coached him. "You should confidently say, 'You think my face loses to that punk's? Go get your eyes checked.'"
Shen Chen gave her an indescribable look. "Am I the kind of man who's obsessed with his looks?"
Xu Su blinked. "You're... not?"
'But he just acted like he cared so much...'
Shen Chen shook his head with a soft tsk, then suddenly reached out, cupped the back of Xu Su's head, and pulled her toward him. He stared at her, his eyes dark.
"Then tell me, is that punk really better-looking than me? You met him once, and you're already coming up with such flowery descriptions. 'Refined and elegant as a jade tree'? What a load of crap. Is he even worthy of that?"
Xu Su: "..."
'So much for not caring about looks...'
'Does grinding your teeth like that look like you don't care?'
"You're worthy, you're worthy," she said, quickly trying to placate him. "Any and all compliments are reserved for you, and only you. Happy now?"
