"Yes, he's my lover, my man, okay? Do you want to help me judge? He has a better temper than you, though he's not as tall as you, he's better looking, cooks better than you do, and has a better temper..."
As Zhang Yuan listed things off to Wen Bin, a loud roar sounded next to her ear, "Enough!"
"Not enough!" Zhang Yuan sharply swung away Luoz's hand, stepping back, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, "Not enough, Luoz, who do you think you are? What makes you think you can control me?"
Being the so-called lover, Wen Bin stupidly stared at the two arguing, and although he was foolish, he understood some things from their conversation.
No wonder she would say such things, no wonder she was so melancholy... A slight ache stirred in his heart.
He suddenly smiled, standing next to Zhang Yuan, meeting Luoz's gaze, ignoring his fierce face, smiling very gently, "You must be Luoz, sorry, Zhang Yuan mentioned you, but I haven't met you. It's an honor to meet you today."
