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"Pan An is definitely not the god of my dreams!" Meng Xin Zhi vehemently denied.
"Ah? Could it be that miss and Pan An had some unpleasant experiences in your dreams?"
"How could that be possible? I only glanced at him from a distance, and it was mostly his profile."
"Just one profile view made miss lose your appetite for food and drink, and even made you lose interest in falling in love."
"Mr. Nie, you're overthinking it," Meng Xin Zhi replied earnestly, "Pan An is hailed as the foremost of China's ancient top ten beautiful men, but in my opinion, he's not as good-looking as Brother Xuan Shi, nor is he as tall."
"Ah? That Xuan Shi fellow is just over 1.7 meters tall, you know? If he's not even that tall, how could he dare to call himself the number one beauty of ancient times?"
"But that was the third century AD; human height has been gradually increasing. A man being over 1.7 meters tall, even in modern times, is considered a very good height."
