Zhao Xiaoyan, seeing Li Xiaoqiang's smug expression, really wanted to take him down a peg or two and snorted coldly, "You're just a narcissist. I don't know where you get your confidence from."
Li Xiaoqiang, feeling Zhao Xiaoyan's slender hand, noted that her fingers were very long and delicate, just like top-notch jade. Li Xiaoqiang said, "Of course, it's innate."
"Confidence can be innate?" Zhao Xiaoyan stared at Li Xiaoqiang, incredulous.
Li Xiaoqiang hastily nodded, "Haven't you noticed I'm a natural? This demeanor, this depth, this face, how many men in the world could compare? So, my dear Teacher Zhao, you really stumbled upon a treasure. Having such a man by your side, not sharing me with other beauties, aren't you being particularly selfish?"
Zhao Xiaoyan, faced with Li Xiaoqiang's leaps in logic, was truly amazed and shook her head, "You really are invincible."
"Haha." Hearing this, Li Xiaoqiang confidently kissed Zhao Xiaoyan's rosy cheek and said, "That's a must."