He Xinzhu shook her head with a hint of helplessness: "Maybe someone would like his type, but I'm definitely not one of them."
"Then..."
Wu Wei looked at her with curiosity and followed up: "What type does Teacher He like?"
He Xinzhu was visibly taken aback.
The question made it feel as if the two of them were on a date.
Perhaps because Wu Wei had just stood up for her, or perhaps because of the relaxed atmosphere at the moment, He Xinzhu didn't brush it off as usual but answered seriously: "I prefer... someone talented, who understands me, is gentle and considerate, but also must not lack masculinity, must be responsible and able to handle things."
After listening, Wu Wei pretended to be disappointed and clicked his tongue, shaking his head as he sighed: "That's a pity."
He Xinzhu was puzzled by his reaction and blinked: "What's a pity?"
Wu Wei had a self-deprecating yet teasing expression on his face as he said: "I don't have much talent."
"You don't have talent?"
