Waylon was speechless.
It hurts, you know!
"There's no comparison; I have so many more advantages!"
Waylon gently lifted a strand of Aylin's long hair, the silky black tresses running through his fingers. He blinked his charming, peach blossom eyes and flashed her an ambiguous smile.
"Not to brag, but Gavyn works overtime late into the night every day, which is definitely not good for his health. As for me, it's a different story - I'm absolutely stronger than him.
If you don't believe me, you can try it out for yourself - satisfaction guaranteed!"
Waylon deliberately pronounced the word "experiment" with an ambiguous tone, and he chuckled lightly, exuding an intriguing charm that was hard to describe.
Unfortunately, Aylin didn't fall for this trick.
Her almond-shaped eyes narrowed, and she swiftly threw a punch at Waylon's collarbone!
"Ouch!"