"When I knock upon the door, joyful longing makes the flowers bloom; when I knock upon the door, delight knocks upon the path to the heart."
Angelite wrote down the opening lines of her poem, and the corners of her already faintly curved lips lifted a little higher.
She was the sort of woman where, if you didn't hear what kind of poetry she wrote, you would never imagine what she might write; if you didn't peek at her private social media account, you would never imagine just how chaotic her tastes were... Jiang Han's understanding of just how awful Angelite was reached a new level.
"Are you done?" Jiang Han hinted that quite some time had already passed.
Angelite, a woman who could tentatively be called "gentle and refined," "soft and elegant," perhaps being urged for the first time, turned to look at Jiang Han with a calm gaze.
Jiang Han instinctively held her breath. Given what she knew of this woman, Angelite was probably about to say some cheesy pickup line.
"I realized it just now." Angelite's voice did not waver. "I've been sneaking looks at your neck. It's very slender and beautiful."
"Thanks... huh? Huh?!" Jiang Han thanked her on reflex before finally realizing what she had said. With lightning speed, she shrank behind the back of the sofa and cautiously poked her head out to look at Angelite.
The great witch asked, looking mildly troubled, "Is that very abnormal?"
Of course it was abnormal! Who stared at someone else's neck right from the start... Jiang Han complained, "Staring at someone else's neck obviously doesn't count as normal behavior, does it? Right?"
Angelite's voice drifted softly as she said, "A kink comes from the heart."
"..." The direct hit struck Jiang Han right in the head. She