At that moment, Sheng Qianmei was supporting Liu Wentian, with their hands clasped together, their bodies leaning against each other under the bright moonlight, stars twinkling above, all else silent, as if a beautifully painted scene.
They could even feel each other's breath and smell each other's scent.
Sheng Qianmei exuded a faint, pleasant fragrance, while Liu Wentian had a distinct masculine scent—or perhaps the smell of sweat...
After all, he had run all the way there.
"Qianmei, let me tell you about the stuff between me and your 'sister,'" Liu Wentian said.
"Sister??" Sheng Qianmei was astonished, being an only child, where did this 'sister' come from??
Liu Wentian's face reddened slightly as he said, "It's my other woman, isn't that just like your sister??"
As he said this, he felt a bit ashamed, as if he were somehow shameless.
