"Feng Twelve," Chunyu Yan stared at her, his face flushed red with drink, bearing a kind of indescribable earnestness, as if he wouldn't turn back until he hit the wall, "I've compared, I've had many people compared to..."
"What?" Feng Yun didn't understand.
"I am not small," Chunyu Yan looked at her seriously, and seeing Feng Yun's eye twitch, he added, "I am bigger than all of them."
"..."
Feng Yun's mood became a bit complicated.
She wanted to laugh, but it was not the right time.
"I don't believe it. Princely Heir, stop teasing me. If you should take medicine, then take it; if you should be treated, then be treated. I won't be fooled," she said.
Chunyu Yan sighed, "Is it that I am not as good as Pei Wangzhi? Does that bother you a lot?"
Feng Yun found it a bit funny.
Is a man's desire to win really this strong?
She glanced at him but said nothing.
Chunyu Yan squinted slightly, struggling for a moment.
"Let go of me, I have something to show you."
