"Screw you!" Mu Xiangwan kneels up in his embrace, tugging at his ear and complaining cutely, "Don't flatter yourself! It's because there are too many girls in our class who like you. They're always paying attention to you! Always babbling on and on about you! It would be hard not to know!"
"Hmm, all the girls around you like me, always talking about me, don't you get jealous when you hear that?" Su Chaoyang lets her pinch his ear, holding her waist with both hands to prevent her from slipping, and asks with a grin.
Hearing this, Mu Xiangwan immediately puts on an exasperated look, "Su Chaoyang, in this world if you dare to claim you're the second most narcissistic, no one would dare to claim the first!"
"Yeah, I think so too, thanks for the recognition, wife!"
Unable to get the upper hand verbally, Mu Xiangwan is both angry and anxious, starting to roughhouse with him.
