Xie Xun's expression turned subtly silent. Fengyu raised her brows in disbelief, "You really spent a fortune to compete over jealousy? I didn't realize you were such a flirt in your youth."
"It was spending a fortune indeed!" Xie Xun said indifferently.
"Wow... so, was the Oiran prettier or am I prettier?" Fengyu asked leisurely.
"You're not jealous at all?"
"Why would I be jealous of something that happened when you were sixteen?" Fengyu couldn't hold back a laugh, lightly poking his arm with her finger. "Come on, tell me—was the Oiran prettier, or am I prettier?"
"You're prettier!" This kind of life-or-death question could never be answered wrong, but Fengyu still found fault.
"You hesitated!"
"I don't even remember what the Oiran looked like."
"For someone who could make you spend a fortune, she must've been a stunning beauty, unforgettable at first sight—how could you forget her?" Fengyu asked sarcastically, "Try harder to remember; maybe it'll come back to you!"
