Jin Wenwen brought Roland to a remote part of the saber arts club.
As it was almost autumn, osmanthus flowers were blooming. The smell was quite nice, and there was a faint fragrance of osmanthus everywhere.
With a white shirt on top, skinny jeans underneath, short ear-length hair, and a refined vibe, this kind of tomboy would indeed give some people quite a shock.
But not for Roland; he liked feminine girls.
Moreover, after listening to Night Tide Sands' story, he had an extremely bad impression of Jin Wenwen, so he didn't think she looked at all outstanding.
"You sure can hide." Jin Wenwen took out a slim cigarette and skillfully lit it, inhaling and exhaling smoke rings before continuing, "I can't believe you made me chase you here."
Roland laughed at this. "But still, haven't you come over here shamelessly?"
Upon hearing this, Jin Wenwen's brow furrowed deeply. "You seem to have a lot of complaints about me?"
