Ye Long heard what Fang Qing'er said, his face serious, and then he said, "Beauty Qing'er, how can you say that, who likes your sister?"
"Uh... My sister is so beautiful, don't you like her?" Fang Qing'er, stunned by Ye Long's serious expression, said.
"Don't like her!" Ye Long said firmly, then continued, "I don't just like your sister, that's deep love!"
"You... You big jerk!" Fang Qing'er, hearing Ye Long's annoying words, couldn't help but hit him, knowing he was just teasing her.
Ye Long revealed a mischievous smile, then said, "Beauty Qing'er, do you think I'm a good match for your sister?"
Fang Qing'er touched her chin and took a good look at Ye Long, saying, "Hmm... You're quite handsome, just maybe not my sister's type!"
"Uh... Great, what type does your sister like?" Ye Long asked dejectedly.
