As for exactly how Jian Xin was shocked, let's set that aside for a moment. All in all, Liu Xiaoxiang's gaze continuously scanned back and forth between the two men, both well over six feet tall and with handsome features—one with affectionate peach-blossom eyes, the other with a smile lingering at the corner of his mouth. Together, they looked as compatible as can be.
She couldn't help but free a hand to cover her mouth, "How is that possible, you're joking with me, right?"
Jiang Beiyu, "Why would I lie to you? When I mentioned it to Teacher Lin last time, he probably thought I was joking too, so you better not go to Teacher Lin. A melon forcefully twisted off its vine isn't sweet."
Liu Xiaoxiang was rendered speechless by this sudden revelation, only able to stare at the two men who could easily debut and felt utterly humiliated.
"Are you guys sick in the head?" she couldn't help but curse aloud, "Since when do men like men?"
Jian Xin, "?"
