"Do you also think that n should be a bit more MAN?" Olivia Lewis asked her with interest.
Emily Goldsmith nodded very seriously, "Of course, n definitely need to be more MAN. Otherwise, when you walk out, how do you know who’s a man and who’s a woman?"
"You can tell by looking at the height."
"No way, there are also tall girls who cut their hair short like a man’s, and at a quick glance, they look just like guys. I’ve seen plenty abroad. And there are also many guys with long hair who like to use skincare products just like won. There was a guy in my class when I was at school who had to put on sunscreen before going out and carefully did his skincare routine both in the morning and at night before going to bed."
"...How do you know he had to do skincare at night? Did you all live in mixed-gender dorms?"
"A guy who was in his dorm told . I usually pretend to read a book next to them while eavesdropping on their gossip."
She actually talked about eavesdropping on gossip as if it was the most natural thing in the world, without a hint of embarrassnt, nor did she try to justify her behavior, just stating it so straightforwardly without any hesitation.
It was the first ti Olivia had t this type of girl, and she instinctively glanced at the tall man beside her, deeply admiring her bravery.
Saying she eavesdropped on other n’s gossip abroad right in front of her boyfriend, and she did it without any cover-up.
That courage must have co from Jasmine.
However, she really liked this straightforward girl, much more than those in the entertainnt industry who speak in circles. She appreciated Emily’s directness more.
She hadn’t really thought much of Emily before, but because of one sentence from her, she suddenly felt a sense of kinship.
Sotis, won’s friendships are just that casual.
Olivia indeed leaned forward, recalling Emily’s introduction earlier, and asked with interest, "Are the guys in the art scene all a bit..."
"A bit?"
"You know, hmm hmm, a bit." She raised her eyebrows and winked, almost letting the words "yaoi fans" slip out.
Emily surprisingly understood her aning, suddenly enlightened, "Do you an they like the sa sex?"
Olivia, "..." Actually, you didn’t need to spell it out that directly. She said it so openly, didn’t that make all my winking and hinting a waste of ti?
"No, the guy I ntioned before, I also thought he liked guys at first. But then another guy in our class pursued him, and he turned him down, and ended up dating a girl in our class. Oh, and the girl in our class is really pretty, with small eyes, a round face, and a flat nose bridge. How should I say it, her whole face is full of artistic expression."
"..." Small eyes, round face, flat nose bridge, and yet full of artistic expression?
It was the first ti Olivia had felt defeated, "This... what kind of artistic expression? I don’t quite get it. Is the aesthetic abroad different from what I imagined? The smaller the eyes, the better? The rounder the face, the better?"
"Of course not. Everyone is human, so our aesthetics are obviously the sa." Emily denied her assumption, seriously leaning closer with an excited tone, "But don’t you think that beautiful people all look the sa, while it’s the ugly ones who have their own unique qualities?"
Olivia, "..."
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