"What a coincidence. I happen to enjoy reading novels."
Xu Yun ate his meal and asked with a deliberate smile, "What kind of novels do you write? Tell me about them, I'll see if I've read any."
Chen Xin was speechless.
Faced with Xu Yun's question, she was momentarily at a loss for words.
The main problem was that she was too embarrassed to talk about the novels she wrote, because they had spicy stuff in them!
If Xu Yun saw them, her entire image would be ruined.
'And who knows what he would think of me then.'
'This is so conflicting!'
Xu Yun continued to ask, "What's wrong? Is it inconvenient to say?"
"Usually, we don't tell people we know what kind of novels we write."
Chen Xin explained, "Otherwise, it feels a little awkward when someone you know reads your work."
"It's fine. If you don't want to say, then don't."
Xu Yun smiled. "I was just asking out of curiosity."
"Thank you."
"So, for this trip, how many days are you planning to stay in Jiangcheng?"
