Lin Jiujiu got up and stretched lazily, her body still somewhat weak from just waking up. She slipped on her slippers, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and ambled slowly to the door.
It was just after seven, and she figured that Qin Youbei wouldn't wake up so early.
But as she opened the door, she saw Qin Muchen sitting on the sofa with a cup of coffee and a newspaper, seriously engrossed in reading, quiet and silent.
Because of her connection to Qin Youbei, Lin Jiujiu had seen Qin Muchen many times.
In her eyes, Qin Muchen was a very serious person, even more earnest than her professor brother.
Whatever he did, he was utterly concentrated, focused, and a man's dedication like that was truly irresistible.
Lin Jiujiu had just said last night that she shouldn't be tempted by physical beauty, that her affection was for Qing Liyin, and here she was, early in the morning, her heart inexplicably fluttering.
