Wen Jiaren, "Nonsense, of course they're different."
To be honest, Wen Jiaren was somewhat repulsed by this woman's delicate and affected demeanor. Back in university, the class beauty had also been this kind of coquettish-speaking girl, always acting like this toward every man, with added cuteness and coquetry. Many male classmates liked her, she knew it yet never declined, nor did she clearly accept, basking in the superiority of being adored, relishing the men's special treatment, and even taking pride in it.
But that was just an internal disdain. How others lived was their business, and as long as it didn't affect her, it was OK.
However, Mu Qian's next words made her eyes widen in disbelief, "Why can other women do it, but you can't?"
Wen Jiaren stared at him, "What do you mean by that?"
Mu Qian, not tired of repeating himself, did so, "All women are the same, so why can others do it, but not you?"
Was he saying that she wasn't feminine at all?
