Feng Yuan sat with her legs crossed, speaking leisurely, "This is where you all don't understand, the word 'despicable' is etched in men's bones. It's not that they can't see through Su Beibei's schemes; they just like the feeling of being pleased by her."
That feeling of being chased after, being appeased, being flattered and adulated.
Feng Yuan spoke to the essence and instantly captivated Su Yin and the others.
Xiao Yanyan promptly gave a thumbs up in praise, "Yuanyuan, you truly deserve to be called a master of love, that statement was truly enlightening!"
If Feng Yuan was willing to write a book about her many years of research on men, it would definitely be a global sensation.
Feng Yuan leaned on the sofa, lifting her chin slightly, a look of pride on her face, "The nature of all men is the same, don't worry about what they think. After all, their pea-sized brains can only hold onto the little that goes on in bed."
