"Psh, and I suppose I should praise you as the most wonderful man in the world?" Qi Siyu rolled her eyes at Li Yuan.
"Such empty titles are worthless to me. I don't need anyone giving me a 'good guy card'..." Li Yuan joked. "Heh, as for how good I am, you already experienced that last night, didn't you?"
Qi Siyu glared at Li Yuan and huffed, "You pervert! I really don't understand how your mind, so full of lewd thoughts, can write so many beautiful songs."
Li Yuan shuddered inwardly. He knew how to write lyrics—he'd even done it in his past life—but he could never produce such classics, let alone compose their melodies.
Li Yuan chuckled. "Heh, Mrs. Qi, that's where you're mistaken."
"How does that saying go? 'Great talents are often great romantics.' Since ancient times, has there ever been a gifted man who wasn't? Think about it. Bai Juyi, Liu Yong, Tang Bohu... and that was just in the old days. There are even more now..."
