"I understand."
Lin Ying listened quietly and then replied softly, "You're just insecure and afraid of trouble."
"...To a certain extent, that's not wrong."
Chen Lusi thought for a moment, nodding.
"But I disagree with your opinion."
"Opposition acknowledged."
"I haven't even stated my point yet."
Chen Lusi explained, "No need to say it; I agree with your opinion. My perspective is very narrow, and I can't impose it on you. I haven't even figured out my own life, so your rebuttal is valid."
"...Forget it."
Lin Ying was silent for a moment, then sighed and moved forward a little, straightened up: "Better measure your waist, I can't argue with you."
"..."
Eventually.
Chen Lusi measured her again.
"You really didn't gain weight."
Chen Lusi looked up, this time absolutely certain.
"Are my thighs thicker?"
Lin Ying moved her snow-white, well-proportioned long legs under her skirt and tilted her head: "I saw you glancing at them several times just now."
"Not really."
