He Jinxia meticulously examined her and smiled, "Not long ago, your pictures were all over the internet, and I thought you just happened to have some business at the library. But now, looking at you, it seems you're really planning to develop into the literary arts type?"
Meng Wan stuck out her tongue and spread her hands helplessly, "How is that possible? If it wasn't for my brother forcing me to read, I wouldn't want to at all. You know I love excitement. Asking me to read quietly would be torture for me!"
He Jinxia shook her head, smiling, "Not really, you seem to be enjoying the pain to me."
With a "hehe" laugh, Meng Wan didn't hide it from her, "Recently, I've fallen for a genius. He's totally my type, so I turned myself into a literary young woman to get close to him, planning to overcome the enemy from within."
He Jinxia said meaningfully, "A literary young woman, huh..."
