After that wave had passed, Yan Peipei rested for ten minutes.
Once the sweat on her body had evaporated, she slowly put on her practice clothes and wrapped around a short skirt.
Then she leaned into Chen Mo's arms again, continuing to rest.
"Do a lot of men chase after you?"
"Mhm, there've always been many since I was young. This year, as soon as I started school, there have already been offers over ten million. Isn't that insulting? They barely know me, and I'm way more perfect than their imaginations."
"I know, but I've never chased you."
"What, do you feel I've lost out? I fight for what's mine, no losses there."
Yan Peipei certainly wouldn't fuss over such a trivial matter, acting coy for a moment and regretting it for a lifetime.
That's why, deep down, she has a man's forthrightness, looking at issues more realistically.
Does it matter who chases whom? If you think something's good and don't go after it, then it becomes someone else's.
