"Sorry, your old man is really not my type."

"I'm not your type? We haven't dated yet. How can you judge that the process isn't good without starting?"

The girl's tone was somewhat surprised. She didn't expect that he would actually say that.

"Then what kind of type do you like? You're still hugging your chest with both hands, purposely sticking out your chest that hasn't fully matured yet."

Fei Man deliberately glanced at her chest and ...