Zhou Xuan handed over the tragic romance novel he held.
The engineer had just received the book when the words on the cover captured her attention, silently reading: "A tumultuous love affair, reminding me that I'm still alive... This sentence signifies the author's lofty thoughts... I love, therefore I exist, it is very philosophical."
She was an "enthusiast of romantic literature," transferring her appreciation for the words on the cover to the book itself, and coupled with the fact that this book was a type favored by the engineer, after only flipping a few pages, she was thoroughly enamored.
"Swish."
Catering to her interests once more fulfilled her, and the incense began to burn rapidly again, just an inch away from finishing.
"Is it still a bit short?" Miss Qiang said.
"It's not short, just wait a bit longer."
Zhou Xuan was still thinking about the incense for "Fifth Senior Brother."
