"Do you like men or women?"
Upon hearing this question, Tangyu felt the urge to vomit blood. "Hey, Captain Song, isn't that question a bit outrageous? I'm a man; what do you think if I like men or women?"
Song Qingyu replied indifferently, "That's not necessarily the case. With ruffians like you, who knows if there's something off about your orientation in certain respects."
Tangyu could tolerate anything, but questioning his sexual orientation—a matter concerning a man's dignity and personal integrity—was something he found hard to bear. Why did this girl seem as if she'd consumed gunpowder, locking horns with him incessantly?
