Ordinary men would never say something like this, but Gong Ting is not an ordinary man; his skin is as thick as a city wall, and he certainly has the confidence to be vain.
After all, a physique like his, without any excess fat, is rarely seen in real life.
Xiao Yu blushed at his teasing and retorted, "What kind of male beauty is this? Your muscles are all soft, nowhere near the level of the male models in magazines."
Gong Ting's pupils contracted as he looked at her indifferently, smiling without warmth, "Come on, tell me, what magazines have you been reading?"
Xiao Yu instinctively felt his smile was dangerous, and she shrank back in fear. How could she dare list all the magazines she's read? "How would I remember, I read them years ago."
