The more Jiangg Yao said, the wider Chen Yuan's eyes grew. He was already sweating bullets, and every word she uttered made it worse.
"You even know about that!"
"Don't underestimate a woman's intuition. So, what about now?" Jiangg Yao shifted, her pretty face an icy mask. Without the slightest hesitation, she sat down on his lap, face-to-face, and pressed, "Do you still like her?"
"No way. I was just a kid back then; I didn't know any better. I can't even remember her name now. Besides, I'm not into the older-sister type anymore."
"I don't believe you. Then tell me, what's your type now?"
At her question, Chen Yuan hesitated for a moment. He turned his head away and mumbled, "Your type..."
"What...? Louder, I can't hear you."
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and deliberately leaned closer, a sly smile playing on her lips.
"Whatever type you are, that's the type I like."
