"Fei Qing, have you ever been confessed to," Hang Yishao stroked his chin, a stubble beginning to emerge, showing signs of turning into an adult man.
"Bro, I'm the proactive type. Besides, things that come too easily always lack some thrill, not as exciting as chasing after them yourself. Do I really need to teach you this? I remember my first girlfriend was chased down with your cunning plan."
Seeing Hang Yishao suddenly speechless, Fei Qing continued, "What were you saying back then? 'Brothers are like limbs, women are like clothes,'" Fei Qing still remembered clearly, that girl had initially confessed to Hang Yishao, but somehow, he managed to turn her over to his favor.
