Wang Hao glanced at the girl in the short skirt.
The khaki skirt just exposed her knees. Han Xiaoyue's figure and looks truly pleasing to the eye.
But, she was his cousin.
Could that be a bad thing, or perhaps a good thing?
Han Xiaoyue was still holding a thick copy of "New Concept English," still so diligent during summer break, truly a representative of the town's studious types.
Wang Hao liked intelligent, hardworking girls, just as he admired a certain literary description by Simone de Beauvoir.
"...a man's greatest fortune is that, whether in adulthood or childhood, he must embark on a difficult path, but it is a dependable one; whereas a woman's misfortune lies in being surrounded by irresistible temptations, she is not encouraged to strive upward but rather to slide down to bliss, and by the time she realizes that she's been fooled by a mirage, it is often too late, her strength already spent on futile adventures."
Struggle and hard work, that's what everyone should do.
