It wasn't long before Elvis came back, his demeanor fresh and clear, still not asking Luo Qianqian to move aside as he swung his long legs onto the desk and spun into his seat.
Luo Qianqian was speechless.
"Hey, who do you think is more handsome, me or him?" Elvis leaned on the desk, looking at Luo Qianqian who was seriously previewing her book.
Lifting her eyes from her book, Luo Qianqian rolled her eyes, "To me, all you foreigners look the same. You and another foreigner standing together, I wouldn't be able to tell you apart. Although that person was standing quite far away, from a distance, he seemed quite handsome."
"So, he's handsome?" Elvis raised an eyebrow and lowered his voice, resting his chin on the table, his tone becoming more somber and his diction clear, "Even if he's good-looking, you shouldn't get close to him."
The desk that was vacant just a while ago was now occupied with a head?
