"Him? Your boyfriend?"
Lu Yao sized up Yan Feifan, his face a mask of disbelief.
"He doesn't have an ounce of muscle on him. He's as delicate as a woman. He's not your type at all."
"Su Ye, if you're going to get someone to pretend to be your boyfriend, you should at least find a decent one."
Furious at being so openly scorned, Yan Feifan was absolutely enraged.
He had originally felt a sliver of pity for Lu Yao, but now he wished Yu Suye would go up and kick him again.
If he thought he could win a fight against the guy, he'd have done the kicking himself.
Just then, he heard Yu Suye's voice.
"As you get older and experience more, your perspective changes."
"Before, I was just focused on looks. I thought a real man was all muscle."
"Now I know that what makes a man real isn't his appearance, but what's on the inside."
Yu Suye wrapped both arms around Yan Feifan's, rested her head on his shoulder, and cuddled close.
