Guan Sixing sat down at the other end of the chair, "You haven't had a drink with me yet."
She opened her watery, drunken eyes, "Why should I drink with you?"
"You drank with them."
It was all Gu Yihuan's fault for making him late.
Jhiang Youyou tilted her head, looking confused and innocent, "Who are they? Do they have mines?" She suddenly leaned forward, propping herself on the chair, and looked him up and down, "You look like a male college student."
Too close, her gaze was as if intent on stripping him bare.
Guan Sixing did not dodge, meeting her eyes directly. The heat spread from his ears down to his neck, turning it red with her breath.
She then sat back down, "I like male college students the most." She covered her mouth, mischievous smiles escaping from her eyes, "They are so well-behaved, and they know the most."
