Most elegant lady

Xia Xiaoling was a little confused by his casual question. She looked at him in a daze and asked, "Why do you ask this?"

Since he had already said so, Xi Mu Cheng didn't want to beat around the bush anymore. He frowned as he glanced at Xia Xiaowang, "Is it that hard to answer?"

Xia Xiaoling came back to her senses and lowered her head, letting her hair fall down again. It covered up the emotions in her eyes and her heartbeat quickened. She didn't know how to reply, so she could only reply perfunctorily, "You …" "He's a good person."

Xi Mu Cheng's face darkened as he laughed bitterly, "Heh, are you giving me a good person card? You should know that that's not what I meant." The normally calm him began to grow restless.

Her silence gradually made him lose his patience. His thin, pursed lips trembled slightly as he lowered his head to look into her eyes with a burning gaze. "I'm asking, how do you feel about me, how men feel about women?"