"Shut up!" Jin Nian could feel Lu An's searing heat through his skin. Lu An reeked of alcohol, a pungent odor mixed with the scent of oranges that clung to him. It was dizzying.
"How did you unlock my phone?" Jin Nian asked.
"It was not hard figuring out the password. With your intelligence, what else could it have been but your birthday?"
"Lu An, you're asking for a beating."
"If you beat me up, I'll rat you out to Teacher Tan. Let's see whether she'd beat you up for me."
Jin Nian snarled like an angry puppy. "I'll strangle you to death if you look at my phone again!"
"What's wrong? Afraid of prying eyes?"
"I am. I still want to chat with that sports student's younger brother."
"Go ahead if you're not afraid of death."
"Are you threatening me? Then, I'll just have to have that chat with him."
