It's not just men who dislike hearing the word 'small'; women aren't keen on it either.
Hearing Lu Tianxing call her a little brat, Bai Weiwei pouted, displeased, "Brother-in-law, what are you saying? Where am I small? Haven't you experienced it yourself?"
Saying this, Bai Weiwei put her hands on her hips, seemingly trying to prove her point.
"Not small at all, just perfect."
Lu Tianxing's eyes lit up as he muttered to himself.
Ignoring the way Lu Tianxing's gaze wandered over her, Bai Weiwei stared at him with a peculiar expression and whispered, "Brother-in-law, tell me, are you the legendary three-second man?"
"Ah, fuck."
Struck by Bai Weiwei's words, Lu Tianxing felt like spitting blood. This year must be his unlucky year; why did every woman think this way about him? Either they suspected he liked men, or they called him a three-second man. Did he really look like that sort of person?
