"Indeed, youth is truly wonderful," Bai Jue feigned admiration.
The way he said it, one would think he was seventy or eighty years old.
Lastly, he once again added, "Youthful exuberance is all well and good, but excessive indulgence in pleasures is definitely not acceptable."
Jian Qing looked at him sideways, her voice frosty, "Bai Jue, you should look at yourself before commenting on others."
What a fickle-hearted fellow, daring to mention excessive indulgence in pleasures?
Like, where is his shame?
With a dismissive smile on his face, Bai Jue shrugged, "Yes, I may be a social butterfly, but I am not at all tarnished by it, so don't damage my reputation."
Even though his reputation isn't much to begin with, saving whatever little is left does help.
"You probably don't have anything as high-class as a reputation," Jian Qing sneered.
Bai Jue resentfully retorted, "That's a betrayal."
