Shi Yuhuan looked serenely at the gorgeous woman and said calmly: "Han Qianqian, don't you know, I dislike you for being tall?"
Han Qianqian had never expected that Shi Yuhuan would use this excuse to fob her off.
Nevertheless, she didn't believe it, so she teasingly stared at Shi Yuhuan, "If you despise my height, I can wear flat shoes instead of high heels when I'm with you. That way, I would only be a few centimetres taller than her at most."
Today she made a mistake. She wore almost ten-inch-high heels, combined with her height of 168cm, she was almost 178cm tall. If we were to talk about barefoot height, she was merely around 4-5cm taller.
If she thought so, why would she call others short?
Actually, what she wanted to say more was, such a small bust!
Shi Yuhuan lazily spat out a few words while looking indifferent, "Even 1 centimetre taller can scald."
Sweat was gathering on Han Qianqian's nose, and she almost burst into tears, "Other than this, she has nothing on me."
In Shi Yuhuan's eyes, a mocking cold light twinkled, "You're wrong. It's you who has nothing on her."
What! He actually said that she, Han Qianqian, the Missy of Han Family, has nothing on this woman - outrageous, truly outrageous!!
Outraged, Han Qianqian roared, folded her arms in front of her chest, and wore a mocking smile, "Then why don't you enlighten me, where do I fall short compared to her?"
Shi Yuhuan's fingers were tapping lightly on the table, and he stared at Han Qianqian with a sardonic smile, "Firstly, your bust is too big for one hand to handle – I like having everything under control, just like hers, one hand fits just right."
As soon as he finished pointing out the first "shortcoming," Han Qianqian's face turned bright red.
Of course, half of it was embarrassment, while the other half was anger. She had never heard of a man who complained about a woman's bust being too large.
Sitting on Shi Yuhuan's lap, being held in his arms, Song Qinghuan's face also flushed instantly. Damn, this man was actually stating that her bust was small and fit perfectly into his hand, as if he had groped it before.
Despicable, shameless, debauched!
Sitting on the side, Li Qianze was desperately trying to stifle his laughter. He choked out several "pffts" -- with the way things were going, he was likely to sprain his insides from trying not to laugh.
Only Shi Yuhuan remained as calm as ever, continuing to list where Han Qianqian fell short compared to Song Qinghuan: "Secondly, your skin is too white, you look like a vampire. I prefer a healthy complexion. Thirdly, heavy makeup is very off-putting, every man wants to kiss lips, not lipstick. Fourthly, your butt is too high; easy to hurt the spine- I like variety and flexibility in love, which is impossible with you. Fifthly, your waist is so thin that it can snap if I get a little rough during making love! All these things I've mentioned are what I dislike about you. What I dislike is where you fall short compared to her. Should I continue?"