Back in middle school, there were boys in the class who twirled pens, attracting many girls eager to learn. At the time, Chai Wei wanted to imitate them but was clumsy with his hands.
As he spoke, he stared at Bai Yuxia's hand, which was particularly beautiful—slim, long, and exquisitely fair. Her nails glowed with a blue sheen, as if they were artifacts, making people want to cradle them protectively.
Bai Yuxia: "I think practice makes perfect."
Chai Wei realized an opportunity was at hand, first denying: "No, it's the hand's flexibility that determines pen-twirling limits. For someone as skilled as you, your hands must be very soft."
He opened his hand and pretended to speak seriously: "If you don't believe me, we can see whose hands are softer."
If it were a more naive girl, she might have fallen for it, but Bai Yuxia had encountered similar tricks many times.
Seeing her unresponsive, Chai Wei continued: "Girls have soft hands because they have higher body fat percentages."
