"Hey, hey, hey, look at those two people…"
"That guy is so handsome, his brooding gaze is killing me, ah I'm dead!"
"That girl is so pretty, just the glasses are a bit ugly…"
"Even if they're ugly, she's still pretty, way better looking than our school's 'belle'!"
"I can't handle this, that guy is absolutely stunning… I'm going to ask for his phone number."
"Calm down, look at his girlfriend beside him!"
"Tch, that vixen, stealing my boyfriend!"
"Hey, hey, hey, you only met your 'boyfriend' for the first time today!"
"Who's the guy with that beauty? Why do girls these days all like those pretty boys? Us tough and rugged handsome guys are out of fashion!"
Shen Mochen and Xia Qingrou were walking down the street, Xia Qingrou clinging tightly to Shen Mochen's arm, her soft bosom pressed against him, her eyes seemingly flickering with unease.
"You're being called a pretty boy," said Xia Qingrou.
"And you're being called a vixen," Shen Mochen replied.
