HRPM – Chapter 147  Are You Here to Pick a Fight (2)

“I think your personality is just naturally carefree—you’re not likely to improve much in the future. But after thinking about it, I actually fit your four basic criteria quite well. How about you consider me?”

Xiao Yu’s second heartfelt confession came in a half-joking, light tone, but his heart was full of expectation.

Jin Luoluo froze for a moment, then looked Xiao Yu up and down like an X-ray scan.

As a prince, he was obviously well-educated, and with his handsome looks, he was certainly presentable in public.

As for being capable in bed… according to gossip, he was quite the romantic playboy, so in that regard, he probably wasn’t lacking either.

She believed he met those three criteria—but even if you beat her to death, she wouldn’t believe he could cook.

Cooking was such a high-level skill—even she, a capable woman, couldn’t do it. How could he possibly know how?

Trying to trick her, Jin Luoluo, into a trap? Not that easy.

“Although I don’t mind having an affair, doing it right in front of your brother isn’t very appropriate, is it? Look—his eyes are practically spitting fire. Since you’re the one who stirred up his anger, you should be responsible for putting it out. It has nothing to do with me~~”

Thus, Prince Xiao Yu’s second confession was splendidly ignored.

Xiao Yu only felt his passion drain away, yet facing her innocent expression, he couldn’t even get angry.

He couldn’t help but feel miserable—why was it that the person he loved paid him no attention, while those he didn’t love clung to him like glue?

What a tragic situation.

“Are you two done fooling around? Do I even exist to you? Xiao Yu, I’m your brother. Jin Luoluo, I’m your fiancé.” Xiao Che was too exasperated to even get properly angry anymore.

Every time he argued with Jin Luoluo, he found that all the impulsive parts of his personality would be completely stirred up by her, rapidly escalating into an uncontrollable blaze.

She had that ability—to make him so angry he felt like exploding.

“Got it, got it. How many times are you going to repeat that in a day? It’s so annoying. You didn’t come here just to pick a fight, did you? I’m injured—and I got hurt because of you. The injured person should come first. How can you still come here and make me angry?”

Jin Luoluo deliberately raised her plaster-cast arm, proving she was indeed a genuine patient.

Her unspoken meaning was clear: I’m injured, understand? An injured person should be treated with gentle care like a spring breeze—you two should be properly attending to me!