The Competition of Two Young Men

In the place that Liu Li could not see, two young men were confronting each other in the midair in flames.

They were Han Te and Li Jialing.

Li Jialing's face was hidden below the golden hair, but even the golden hair that was fluttering in the wind could not cover his indifference and mockery. He said casually, "Han Te, if you keep on pestering me like this, it will make people doubt if you have transitioned and that you are even interested in men now."

"Cut the crap!"

Blushing, Han Te pointed at Li Jialing's nose and shrieked, "Golden-haired boy, just admit it. Have you been with Liu Li a lot, harassing her every day?"

Without raising his eyes, Li Jialing said coldly, "Does it have anything to do with you?"

"Stop dodging and just answer my question!"