"Too short."
"Looks ugly."
"Cheap."
She came up with all sorts of things to say about every person. Qing Yuan deflated. "No more," she protested when he tried to show him something else.
"Last one!" he begged. He did so long enough to wear her out. Qian Meng looked down reluctantly and raised a brow. "What do you think of this one?" Qing Yuan asked when she didn't reply.
She remained silent. Why did it have to be Mo Qingchen, her mortal enemy?
"Look, it will look good on your hand, isn't short, has excellent pedigree, is expensive and there is nothing like this product on the planet." His eyes looked so hopeful that she hated to dash his dreams.
"This product might be the only one in the world but I can sense its negativity from far away." She glared at the picture before looking away.
"Everyone says it would look good on you," Qing Yuan insisted. He snuggled closer, leaning into her with expectant eyes.
