Bao Gucheng said in a deep voice, "He's not even qualified for me to judge if I like him or not."
Zuzi thought for a moment and suddenly asked, "Does Xiao Cheng think he's unsuitable to play Fu Xi?"
Bao Gucheng: "Not masculine enough!"
Zuzi propped her chin and considered seriously: "Actually, he does remind me a bit of him, especially when he dances, he has a lot of energy. But if his arms were as strong as Xiao Cheng's, he'd resemble him more…"
Her delicate fingers brushed lightly over Bao Gucheng's arm, where he had rolled up the sleeve of his shirt, causing tiny tremors.
Bao Gucheng's thoughts were momentarily scattered.
He forgot what he was arguing with her about, his breaths were deep and long: "Do you like my strength? Hmm?"
Zuzi rose on tiptoe and gave a quick peck on his cheek like a dragonfly skimming the water: "Yes."
Bao Gucheng's Adam's apple tightened, and he stood frozen.
