"I mean you have a bad taste. You can't tell what is stone and what is unprocessed jade." Eva curled her lips.
Jim sneered, "Are you a stone or unprocessed jade?"
"Of course I am the unprocessed jade," Eva blurted out. She didn't intend to be modest at all, which amused Jim. "I thought you had a clear estimation of yourself, but today I finally know you again."
Eva rolled her eyes at him and said, "Didn't you ask me to be honest? I'm very honest now. Why don't I look like a diamond in the rough?"
Crossing his arms over his chest, Jim stared at her and said, "Married women are all carved by men. How can they still be unprocessed jade?"
Eva blushed and lowered her head, "I… I haven't been carved yet. " Her voice was very low, like the sound of a mosquito, but Jim still heard it. Somehow, he had an impulse to be the first one to process the rough jade.
