"So... how do I ask?"
"My dear Shen Ming, she's already dating someone. If you ask her if she likes you and she says yes, wouldn't that make her look flirtatious?"
"She's not that kind of person."
The other end laughed, "Are you getting protective now? I'm more and more curious about what kind of woman it takes to crack open your rigid heart. Tell me, do I know her?"
Shen Ming immediately said, "You don't know her."
"You're in your thirties, the girl must be not so young either. Be more steady in how you handle things. Women nowadays don't like rash and immature boys."
"She's twenty."
"Damn! Twenty? You want to be an old cow eating tender grass? Such a young bud, are you sure you can bear to play the heartbreaker? Are you even human?"
It was precisely because of the age difference that Shen Ming never dared to consider that direction—it was his Achilles' heel.
What Sun Qi said was like stepping on his landmine.
