Although Bai Yue's quip caught Bai Chen off guard, it didn't take long for him to react. Clutching his chest dramatically and looking wronged, he complained, "Ah, my heart! Sister, you wound me so bad."
Bai Yue's lips twitched. "You look fine to me."
He immediately dropped the pitiful act, the expression on his face changing so fast that Bai Yue wondered whether or not it was a dream. It certainly felt like it. "I know, my beauty is out of this world. Men hate me out of jealousy and women want me. Longing for just a glance and yearning for my embrace, they cannot bear such hopelessness for my heart only belongs to my fiancée. Alas, just one stare and their female soul perishes, leaving behind just a cold, empty puppet."
