Ye Jinwen followed unsteadily up the stairs, looking ahead at Lu Mian with her overbearing gait, then at the cultured and elegant Qimo beside him, his heart filled with endless regret.
If he had known he would be tormented like this, he would have adamantly avoided provoking the drunken Lu Mian.
But now that she had set her sights on him, there was no escaping.
It was Ye Jinwen's first time in Lu Mian's personal space, and aside from his aversion to studying, he was also unbearably curious.
Xiao Qimo grabbed his collar and flung him onto the sofa, darting no sideway glances, "Don't look around."
"Qimo, aren't you curious?" Ye Jinwen couldn't believe it.
The refined man pushed up his rimmed glasses, a gentle smile gracing his lips, "Not curious."
