Weisheng Yueren's smile froze on his face. He had heard that term before. It should describe those sleazy, smirking old men with stubbles, right? Instinctively, he raised his hand to touch his chin, then lowered his head to look at himself, his handsome eyebrows furrowing tightly.
"Hahaha." Seeing him in his own tangled thoughts, Qinghe burst out laughing.
Suddenly recalling something, her laughter abruptly stopped.
Her voice involuntarily rose, "Weisheng Yueren, who did you call fat?" A woman loves to be beautiful, even as a child, who wouldn't want to leave a good first impression in front of their boyfriend? Turns out, in his eyes back then, she was just a chubby girl.
A sly glint flashed in Weisheng Yueren's eyes, but he maintained an innocent look, "Back then I was too weak; I only vaguely remember a chubby figure. Was that not you?"
