Bai Zhi giggled. "Since when did you get so good with words?"
Duan Xingzhi raised his brows. "You call this being good with words?"
"If this doesn't count, what does? You can sweet-talk a girl till she's over the moon, and you still say you're not good with words?"
"So you're over the moon?"
"Mm."
Duan Xingzhi shook his head with a smile. "I'm just telling the truth."
"If your so-called truth already sounds this nice, what would it be like if you actually tried to lay it on thick? That'd be insane." Bai Zhi wrinkled her nose. "Men like you are the type to attract bees and butterflies wherever you go."
"Relax, I only say this stuff to you. Other women don't get this treatment. But I think between the two of us, the one who should be worried is me."
Bai Zhi knew he was thinking about how she'd once said she was fickle and not serious in relationships. She pressed her lips together, smiling without explaining.
