As she spoke, she even glanced sideways at him.
Yu Siqiao noticed that her tone had grown much more confident; she spoke as if what she said was true.
Yu Siqiao's face suddenly darkened, "Who told you that!"
"You did!" Mo Shu said indignantly, "Have you forgotten? Last time, you said she was gentle and cute, virtuous and gracious, like a little bird clinging to a man, understanding and empathetic..."
Yu Siqiao found it grating to listen to, he gritted his teeth, "Where did all these adjectives come from!"
"Anyway, you said she was very good," Mo Shu scoffed, "You put me down as worthless. Now such a good woman has been sent to your bed; why are you still putting on airs?"
Yu Siqiao stared at her, noticing her expression, and couldn't help but curl his lips, "What, are you jealous?"
Mo Shu immediately scoffed, "What joke are you making!"
"You look just like you're jealous," Yu Siqiao's lips curled even higher, a hint of smugness in his voice, "So sour."
