Sheng Youxia pushed his face away with her hand. "But I prefer someone with thinner skin."
"What's so good about having thin skin? Saying a couple of sweet words is difficult enough."
Sheng Youxia was quite grateful to him; after all, he'd defused an unnecessary crisis. People tend to make mistakes when temper runs high.
"You're a bit better than them, that's for sure."
Fu Shilv was about to start the car when he heard this. He perked up instantly.
"Better in what way?"
Be specific.
"You actually listen to what others have to say."
If Sheng Youxia hadn't been able to stop him earlier, there would have been four cars speeding on the road now. Just thinking about it gave her a headache.
"It's not about listening to others; it's about only listening to you."
Fu Shilv seized the opportunity for a confession.
Sheng Youxia turned her face to the window. The man's soft chuckle wafted over. Her hair was still damp.