As for other people, no matter how good or outstanding they are, they have nothing to do with her.
People's tastes are just so peculiar. Once you fancy a type, others just can't catch your eye anymore.
Adrian Walyon stared at her dumbfounded, after her words, he was stunned for a while, took a few steps towards her, and hugged her tightly.
"So, what type do you like?" He leaned down, his nose getting very close to hers, and he questioned, "Do you like the Adrian Walyon type?"
"Adrian Walyon?" Summer Sutton annoyed by his previous behavior, turned her face to the side, humming, "Too temperamental, hard to deal with; domineering, arrogant, and authoritarian."
"That's because your judgment isn't good enough to see his virtues." Adrian Walyon's face didn't blush a bit as he listed a bunch of his own merits, "Like being loyal, like keeping good conduct, only being good to one person."
