"..."
An Yue was dumbfounded.
She really wanted to punch Dang Yang.
Did he just admit it so directly?
Couldn't he say something nice to coax her... like "I'm in love with you as a person" or something...
An Yue's face turned red again. Being talked to like this made her shy, but there was a tinge of sweetness in her heart.
Any woman likes her boyfriend complimenting her body, right?
"So does that mean if one day my skin becomes saggy, you won't love me anymore?" An Yue asked with a straight face.
Dang Yang looked at An Yue, suddenly chuckled lightly, leaned in, and pecked An Yue's lips: "What? Are you suddenly scared? Lost confidence? Afraid I'll abandon you once you get old and ugly? Feeling insecure?"
"..."
An Yue angrily kicked Dang Yang: "Stop being a narcissist. Who says I'm scared? Who's insecure?"
She wouldn't be afraid.
Getting old and ugly is a natural law; no matter how well a woman maintains herself, she can't escape this law. Some people just age a bit slower.
