Showing weakness in front of the woman he loves, Shen Haoxuan doesn't feel embarrassed. After all, he's a man with thick skin; a few scoldings are no big deal.
As long as Mi Lu is happy, that's all that matters.
"Lulu, don't be mad! It's all my fault. Let's not think about those things anymore and have breakfast. Come on, all of these are your favorites. Give them a try and see if they suit your taste." Shen Haoxuan continued to apologize, believing that to win a woman over, one must first have thick skin.
It's got to be thicker than a city wall, even thicker than the corners.
"It's good that you know. Don't bring it up again in the future. Let me tell you, Shen Haoxuan, that's the way it is. Do as I say; it's as I tell you. It's what I say, I'm saying it, you should stop wasting your feelings and time on me. It's not good for anyone."
Mi Lu's words were somewhat incoherent, repeating the same meaning over and over, yet prattling on endlessly.
