"Her writing is very delicate and especially suited for an afternoon sitting on the balcony, sipping tea while reading. It feels quite distinctive, as if following her words-back to 18th-century pastoral life in England."
Listening to her go on, Chu Yan discovered for the first time that Chen Zhi was a very sensitive girl.
Not at all like her external demeanor, indifferent and terrifyingly rational.
"Hmm, I like that feeling too."
He smiled and closed his eyes as if he could picture Chen Zhi drinking tea and reading in the afternoon.
That image must be very peaceful and beautiful.
Chen Zhi, as if finding a kindred spirit, had a tone filled with barely concealed excitement, "In that case, I'll bring some books over tomorrow. We can have tea and read together, does that sound good?"
"Sounds good," Chu Yan agreed instantly.
Chen Zhi wanted to say more, but suddenly a burning hot body pressed against her back, startling her nearly to the point of screaming out loud.
