The Flat-Chested Is Always Right

An Xiaxia was dejected. "Why does everyone call me a dummy? I'm not dumb. You people are too smart, that's all. Haven't you heard the saying? No contrast, no harm… I'm only dumb in contrast to all you people!"

Qi Yanxi thought her words over carefully and smiled. "Well, you have a point. The flat-chested is always right."

"…" That was another critical hit.

She puffed up her cheeks and sniveled with grievance, which made Qi Yanxi feel rather sorry for her.

"Other than bandaging my wounds, don't you have anything else to tell me?" He changed the subject.

"Huh?" An Xiaxia thought for a moment, then said, "Hm… If I have to tell you something, it's this: Qi Yanxi, stop playing the tough guy. Have a good cry if you're really sad, or go chop someone up in the game. You have to get it off your chest. Don't keep it all to yourself. You can borrow my shoulder if you want to cry on it!"