Shi Annuo repressed his laughter, his expression suddenly becoming serious, "So you're afraid of me because I'm a playboy."
The atmosphere grew tense, making Song Qinghuan somewhat awkward, "No, no."
Shi Annuo burst into laughter, nonchalantly leaning back, "Don't worry, I won't hit on you. You're not my type."
Song Qinghuan looked stunned for a moment before she couldn't help but laugh.
"I like stunning women, they can be average-looking, but they must have a good body." As he spoke, his gaze moved from head to toe, taking in Song Qinghuan, "You're a bit lacking."
Song Qinghuan didn't get angry, she spoke cheerfully, "I see, I see."
But in her heart, she was silently cursing, "Superficial man, you lack taste!"
Shi Annuo's gaze shifted, "What about you? What's your preferred type, Qinghuan?"
Song Qinghuan thought for a moment before smiling, "I like men who are gentlemen with gentle demeanors and refined manners."
