Fu Yanlin met Wen Sheng's gaze, locking eyes with her, and reached out to touch her lips, then he frivolously asked, "So, are we doing this tonight or not? If not, don't waste my time, I can find someone else."
Furious, Wen Sheng's lips trembled as she brushed off Fu Yanlin's hand, asking, "What do you mean by that?"
"Exactly what I said." Fu Yanlin raised an eyebrow at her, "You're a top scholar at Yan University, aren't you? Can't you understand what I mean?"
"Is this the only thing that matters to you when we're together?" Wen Sheng managed to ask, her brows knit in consternation, her voice trembling.
Doesn't he have anything else to say?
"Are you trying to be funny with me? If I'm not doing this with you, what else should we be doing? Carry on sweet nothings? Or engage in discussions about poetry, lyrics, and life aspirations?"
Wen Sheng bit her lip, her face paling.
"Wen Sheng, have you forgotten how we got together?"
