I'm Not in a Freaking Hurry to Die

"You don't think 1.82m is short? Sister Nian herself is 1.72m, so that's only 10 cm taller than her. Way too short."

Cheng Su indignantly glared at him and argued, "As if you're that tall!"

"You can't use me as an example. I'm Sister Nian's bodyguard." Bai Yuan put on a formal air. "Our Sister Nian needs a person who's at least 1.88m, someone who's academically capable in the business world, with the physical prowess to slay enemies, someone who looks dashing and tough, someone who can assume responsibilities and has aspirations. And better still, he has to dote on his wife."

When Cheng Su heard this, his eyes almost welled up in tears as he nodded enthusiastically and agreed. "That's right! That's right! What you said is excellent. And it would be good if the man is dashingly handsome with well-defined abs and long legs… ahhhhhhhh, my god!"

Bai Yuan quickly said, "Calm down, lady, the man belongs to Sister Nian."