As long as he's not a bookworm, what's the big deal with a bit of playfulness? If a man doesn't have a few twists and turns in his guts, without his own ways, that would truly be dull. He couldn't even begin to handle relationships between men and women if his thoughts weren't as intricate as those of women.
Whether it's the servile bootlicker or the misandrist who's cold and indifferent, they're just moving from one extreme to the other. That's no good at all.
Zhao Qian'er's eyes lifted slightly.
The two peerless fairies in front of her were accustomed to high stature, but now found their roles reversed; their pouring of wine and serving of dishes was completely different from her own approach.
Zhao Qian'er had a strange sharpness in observing the things around her, and even more so when it came to grasping people's hearts. This was cultivated from the difficult environment she remembered from her earliest days, always passively and silently honing this innate ability.
