Qiao Chuchu thought Fu Ziqian was too good... at flirting.
He could casually throw out sweet-talk that tugged at your heartstrings anytime, anywhere.
Fortunately, she had a strong will.
Otherwise, she would have long since fallen at Fu Ziqian's tailored suit pants!
"Really? After all these years, my tastes have changed. Things I used to like to eat, I don't like anymore," Qiao Chuchu said.
Actually, her tastes hadn't changed at all, but... she just wanted to go against Fu Ziqian.
She couldn't go a day without opposing Fu Ziqian.
"Is that so?" Fu Ziqian chuckled lightly, "Well, luckily... my hobbies haven't changed all these years. All these years, the one I've loved has always been you."
"..."
Her heart was unexpectedly and fiercely stirred once more.
Qiao Chuchu blushed, holding the phone, unsure how to counter Fu Ziqian.
Fu Ziqian's sweet-talk skill was practically maxed out.
