Every time he thought about how Rong Qingqing might have kissed Shen Xingwei countless times before, possibly even engaged in more intimate actions, jealousy churned within him.
He was already frustrated by this, yet had to endure Rong Qingqing criticizing his lack of technique as a result.
Shen Jue felt even more that Rong Qingqing was incredibly biased.
"I don't believe Shen Xingwei's kissing skills didn't start as awkward as mine. At that time, you didn't mind his awkwardness, so why are you bothered by mine now?" Shen Jue scoffed, "Rong Qingqing, at least be fair."
"You think I'm dissatisfied with your kissing skills?" Rong Qingqing pointed to her own nose, practically applauding Shen Jue's mental gymnastics.
What kind of brain is this?
What on earth is he thinking?
Who knows about Shen Xingwei's kissing skills?
She never kissed him.
The original owner's memories left nothing of that sort.
