"Good looks, long thighs, good at studying, strong ability, good sports skills..." Yuting counted Fu Ji's advantages with a smile on his fingers.
The more Yu Ting counted, the happier he became. He leaned directly on Fu Ji, as happy as a kitten who had secretly eaten a small fish, and said, "Fu Ji, do you have any shortcomings?"
Fu Ji stretched out his hand to straighten Yuting, who was leaning against him, into his arms, and said, "There is one."
"What is it?"
"You."
"What?" Yuting pouted, rubbed Fu Ji's handsome cheeks vigorously, and vented his anger: "How can I be so bad that you classify me as a shortcoming?"
Grabbing Yu Ting's restless hand, Fu Ji looked at Yu Ting fondly and said, "But I love you so much for this shortcoming."
Fu Ji once said: "I have countless advantages, but I have only one shortcoming, you, from beginning to end."
No cruelty, lighthearted and funny, protecting the shortcomings