Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s
Chapter 952: What Kind of Man Do You Like?

Chapter 952: Chapter 952: What Kind of Man Do You Like?

A neat and tidy head of black hair, delicate and beautiful brows and eyes, rosy, moist lips, paired with a white shirt and jeans, a youthful aura hits you square in the face.

Could this really be a woman approaching thirty?

Clearly, she looked only eighteen.

"Hey, what are you staring at?" Yan Huan noticed Cheng Yue’s gaze and said fiercely, "Your eyeballs are about to stick to someone else’s face, do you know that?"

"Has anyone ever told you? Actually, when you’re not being fierce, you look quite pretty," Cheng Yue chuckled twice.

"Whether I’m fierce or not, what’s it to you?" Yan Huan glared at Cheng Yue with furrowed brows.

To tell the truth, aside from the first time when Cheng Yue unceremoniously dumped her into a puddle and angered her,

The subsequent two meetings hadn’t made Yan Huan feel particularly averse to Cheng Yu.

But for some reason, sometimes she just felt like throwing a pointless little tantrum.

"It’s none of my business. But if you keep being so fierce, be careful you don’t end up unmarried," Cheng Yue was in a very good mood tonight and joked with Yan Huan, not afraid to tease death.

This was Yan Huan’s minefield. Apart from Old Feng and Old Yan, anyone who stepped in would be mercilessly blasted away!

"Whether I get married or not, what does it have to do with you?" Yan Huan raised an eyebrow, the warmth in her eyes turning fierce in an instant, and she reached out to pinch Cheng Yue’s ear, "Do you know how the last person who said these words to me died?"

"I don’t want to know," Cheng Yue shook his head.

"Let me tell you, you’d better be aware of the times! I’ll let you off this time, but if there’s a next time, I’ll rip your ears off," Yan Huan gritted her teeth and said.

Cheng Yue was amused by Yan Huan’s fierce expression and spoke softly for once, "Okay, I’ll listen to you."

"That’s more like it." Yan Huan let go and began to lecture Cheng Yue, "Be more careful with your words when you’re facing a girl in the future! Stop bringing up uncomfortable topics. Speaking like that won’t win you any favors, and no girl would want to marry you."

Cheng Yue chuckled dryly.

As if no girls would want to marry him.

The girls in the Nanji Military Region compound were lined up like an enhanced platoon, all liking him.

Which girl wouldn’t want to marry him?

There were plenty of women who would want to be Cheng Yue’s wife! But he just couldn’t stand the way those girls acted, as frail as Lin Daiyu.

That was not his ideal type.

"What are you laughing at?" Seeing his smug expression, Yan Huan couldn’t help asking.

"Why does it matter to you why I’m laughing?" And Cheng Yue was completely awake now, waiting for Li Zhi to finish peeing with no end in sight, he seized the opportunity to gossip with Yan Huan, "Say, what does your ideal partner look like anyway?"

"Want to know?"

"Yeah, yeah." Cheng Yue nodded repeatedly, "You must have high standards. You mean to tell me you can’t find a single man you like in the entire military? Or are you saying you’re just not interested in men at all?"

"You can..." Yan Huan swallowed the curse she was about to say and instead said, "You’re talking nonsense! Who says I don’t like men? I just don’t like men who are inferior to me!"

Cheng Yue snickered: "What constitutes an inferior man? Just look at yourself. You can’t fight fights, and today you lacked even basic medical knowledge. Could there be anyone worse than you?"

"Pah!" Yan Huan glared, "I’m the news officer of the regiment! I’m not a medic, am I? When I say I don’t want a man who’s worse than me, I naturally mean as measured by my own standards. Do you understand?"