"How can I not be? I have double eyelids! A high nose!" Christin pointed at the bridge of his nose. "Look at me clearly, how am I not your type?!"
"I'm talking about personality!" Natasha frowned and said with a serious face, "I like serious men. I don't like flirty idiots like you!"
Idiots? Flirty?
Christin was dissatisfied, "If you only said 'flirty', I'd reluctantly accept that as the truth, but what do you mean by 'idiot'?"
"Take your time to understand my words." Natasha crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him elatedly, "You suddenly said that you wanted to chase me. Do you have any ulterior motives?"