"You don't want to marry me, then whom do you plan to marry?" Bo Siyan raised his eyebrows.
"Of course it's...," Ning Xia paused, teasingly holding back before continuing, "a man who is better than you, handsomer than you, and richer than you."
"Unfortunately, there is no man in this world who is better, handsomer, or richer than me."
"...Narcissist." Ning Xia didn't hesitate to retort, then said, "Who says there isn't? I happen to know one!"
"Who?" Bo Siyan narrowed his dark eyes dangerously.
If this woman dares to mention John Hill, just try it!
Her dark eyes whirling, Ning Xia parted her red lips and articulated clearly, word by word, "Little Crybaby."
The jealousy that was about to show was immediately choked off by these four words.
Bo Siyan laughed in spite of himself, pinching Ning Xia's nose, "You just love to tease me."
"Teasing is healthier!"
"Alright, didn't you want to go out and have fun? Let's go today."
