"Hmm..." Lu Youxi pondered aloud, "I like someone tall and slim, but not the frail, bookish kind of slim without muscles—rather, the type that looks slim in clothes, but has muscles when the clothes come off. The muscles shouldn't be too big, just well-proportioned with smooth lines, though he definitely needs to have abs."
"Someone mature, who handles things neatly and with meticulous care. He thinks things through comprehensively, yet if any misunderstandings arise, he can clarify them on the spot with clear explanations," Lu Youxi continued as she thought aloud, "If he's made a mistake, he should be able to apologize right then and there without caring about his own pride, admitting his errors. And when others try to bully me or my family, he should be able to stand up and firmly protect us."
As she spoke, Zhou Shuyan's face gradually began to emerge in Lu Youxi's mind.
She abruptly stopped.
What was happening?
Why did her description increasingly resemble Zhou Shuyan?