As she descended the stairs, Wei Ge kept his gaze fixed on her.
Feeling unsettled by his stare, Chi Yue questioned, "Is there a flower on my face?"
"You're prettier than a flower." Wei Ge's public persona was that of a cold, unapproachable god, all icy and distant in front of others. Yet, in front of Chi Yue, he instantly turned into a little fanboy, his undisguised adoration shining bright. Dragged along by Chi Yue, he panted with exertion, but didn't forget to praise his idol.
"Chi Yue, you're the manliest woman I've ever met, and also the most feminine. Sounds contradictory, doesn't it? But it's not at all, because you perfectly blend these two qualities. You're just not like other women, heavens, I'm about to become infatuated with you…"
"!!!"
Chi Yue rolled her eyes at him.
"Could you please shut up?"
