Lu Hechen heard her say this, and only then did he slightly relax his tense expression, his handsome face softening a bit.
Weilan glanced at him and said with a smile, "You're really, do you think I'm the same as Jin Min?"
"No." He shook his head.
And then he said nothing more.
Weilan looked at him and noticed his face was a bit embarrassed too, unable to resist asking, "Then what do you mean?"
"Nothing." He didn't say more.
Weilan felt a little helpless and suddenly a joke flashed through her mind.
The joke was rather cheeky, involving a toothpick and a sausage.
She was startled, then looked at Lu Hechen, her face a bit flushed. "Were you feeling insecure just now?"
Lu Hechen was taken aback, frowning: "Me, insecure? About what?"
Weilan looked at him with a teasing smile, her cheeks rosy, speaking softly: "About the size of Eastern men, you know, it's said Eastern men always like to compare themselves with Western men, and then feel insecure."
