"I didn't say that," Qin Xiangnuan gave him a smile, but it was just a slight tug at her red lips—it was such a perfunctory effort that Jian Zhiqing pinched her face hard, "Little girl, your mouth is getting sharper, teasing your Brother Jian comes with a price."
Qin Xiangnuan rubbed her own face, alright, stop pinching, she knew she was wrong, but really, she had never intended to make Jian Zhiqing into the kind that upon looking back, would frighten a comet into crashing into Earth—that would make her sick just watching.
Handsome men are such a pleasant sight, she's been accustomed to seeing them since she was little, her considerable immunity to men all came from Jian Zhiqing.
Sometimes Li Li and Mao Xiaomei would be in a daze, hands propped under their chins, turning into a blossoming flower, and then they would utter something like, that guy is so handsome, like XXX, looking for someone who is really good-looking, like my idol XXX.