Hans's fingers were slightly red, probably crushed by the book. He was holding a blue hardcover poetry collection, it was "Stray Birds" by Tagore.
Jennifer finally understood that this book saved the back of her head.
"Instead of reading s*x analysis, which is much more practical than theoretical, women should study poetry for their own self-cultivation."
He slammed the book on her chest, she couldn't help but cough and held the book with one hand. She sniffled and secretly made a face behind Hans's back.
When Hans turned around, he heard the cough and was slightly stunned. He saw her baring her teeth and making faces behind his back. With a slight surprise in his eyes, he went straight to the table and sat down with that bowl of soup.
Jennifer held the two books in her hand. She turn
