Perhaps this was the sort of psychological discrepancy He Yu felt toward Xie Qingcheng. He Yu’s gaze lingered on Xie Qingcheng—long enough for him to notice. Xie Qingcheng shot He Yu a cold look. “What are you looking at?” He Yu was quiet for a moment. “Just seeing whether or not my clothes suit you.” Xie Qingcheng didn’t reply. “They really are too big,” said He Yu. “Xie Qingcheng, I remember you used to be very tall.” “I don’t feel the need to show off my height and build,” Xie Qingcheng said coolly.
