Walking out of the Imperial Courtyard, Qin Hao stretched and said, "I'm so tired."
"You're not tired at all, sir. With such cute and pretty girls throwing themselves at you, you must be delighted."
Beside him, Qiao Jiaying said with a sweet smile, although her expression carried a hint of jealousy.
"Uh, Jiaying, don't get me wrong." Qin Hao scratched his head sheepishly, "For me, this is a burden, not a gift. Jiaying, don't you understand my feelings by now? I only like women like you who are intelligent, beautiful, fashionable, and elegant, representing the new era."
"Yeah, right!" Qiao Jiaying rolled her eyes. Knowing Qin Hao for so long, she was used to his outlandish style.
"Ha, you don't believe me? Should I take out my heart and show it to you?" Qin Hao pretended to take out his heart, and when he saw that Qiao Jiaying was unmoved, he chuckled awkwardly, "My heart feels a bit cold today, maybe I'll show it to you another day."
