Chapter 8: An Evil Devil With A Sharp Tongue

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Shi Yuhan looked at the beautiful lady in a composed manner. He said calmly, “Han Qianqian, don’t you know that I dislike your height?”

Han Qianqian never expected Shi Yuhan to use this excuse to turn her away.

However, she didn’t believe him. She stared sweetly at Shi Yuhan and said, “If you think I’m too tall, I won’t wear high heels when I’m with you. I’ll only wear flats. That way, I will only be a few centimeters taller than her.”

She had made miscalculations today. She was wearing 10 cm high heels. That meant she was close to 178 cm tall now. If you merely compared her real height with Song Qinghuan, she was just 4 to 5 cm taller.

In that case, why did she call me short?

Actually, what Han Qianqian wanted to say was that her breasts were very small!

Shi Yuhan remained indifferent and lazy. He spoke slowly. “Even if you’re taller than her by 1 cm, it’s still too much for me.”

Sweat appeared on the tip of Han Qianqian’s nose. She wanted to cry. “Aside from that, she’s nothing compared to me.”

A look of contempt could be seen in Shi Yuhan’s gaze. “You’re wrong. You’re nothing compared to her!”

What? Did he say that I, Han Qianqian, the young miss of the Han family, am nothing compared to this lady? That’s outrageous. That’s absolutely outrageous.

Han Qianqian screamed angrily. She crossed her hands over her chest and smiled mockingly. “In that case, please tell me how she’s better than me!”

Shi Yuhan tapped the table lightly with his fingertips and smiled ambiguously at Han Qianqian. He replied, “First, your chest is too big. I can’t grab them with one hand. I like the feeling of being in control so I like hers. I can grab them completely with my hand!”

The moment he laid out his first reason, Han Qianqian’s face turned red instantly.

She was both embarrassed and furious. She had never heard any men complaining that a woman’s chest was too big.

At the same time, Song Qinghuan, who was sitting on Shi Yuhan’s lap, blushed until her face exploded with redness. What the f**k. This man actually said her chest was small and was the perfect size to hold in one hand. It sounded as though he held her before.

Despicable, shameless, rude!

Li Qianze sat at the side and was trying his best to control his laughter but he still kept heaving heavily. If this continued, he would injure himself cause himself an internal injury if he continued to hold back.

Only Shi Yuhan remained as calm and composed as ever. He continued explaining how Han Qianqian was worse than Song Qinghuan. “Second, your skin is too white. You look like a vampire. I like a healthy skin color. Third, I hate heavy makeup. Every man wants to kiss real lips, not lip gloss. Fourth, your butt is too big. That can easily hurt the spine. I like to try different positions so I can’t make love with you. Fifth, your waist is too skinny. What if you got injured when I used too much force during s*x? Those are all things I don’t like about you. Since I don’t like those things, it means you’re worse than her. Do you still want me to continue?”