Women of her caliber, goddess-like, had seen too many outstanding men: entrepreneurs, entertainment company CEOs, sports stars, and industry peers, each a societal elite. So, she was accustomed to it, finding them ordinary in her eyes. Even more, many were just superficially glorious while being despicable scoundrels in secret, utterly repugnant.
The real interest of the Charming Queen was sparked by men who seemed almost magical, with novelty always at their side. Unfortunately, so far, Man Yu had only found one person like that, and he was Li Fei. Thus, her appreciation for Li Fei was genuine, not the feigned affectation of pretty-boy actors on the screen.
"I hope you can say that to me in bed, with your own lips," Li Fei said quite earnestly.
"Stop it."
Man Yu weakly slapped Li Fei, but the gesture seemed more flirtatious than forceful. However, she felt an inexplicable stir in her heart.
