"Are you her teacher?"
Qin Yiren immediately became nervous, eyeing the mixed-race young man who looked around the same age as Yan Xiaye, unwilling to be deceived by his handsomeness, "I know there seem to be some shady deals in bars, but if you're thinking of targeting us, you're greatly mistaken!"
"No, no, no!" The mixed-race young man looked distressed, pondering, then finally pointed his finger on Yan Xiaye's cheek, prodding, "Xiaye, open your eyes to prove I'm not a pervert."
In her half-drunk, half-conscious state, Yan Xiaye, overwhelmed, tried to pry open her eyes a slit, staring at the enlarged handsome face for several long minutes.
Initially, the mixed-race young man maintained a devout pose, hoping she would recognize him, but eventually he couldn't help but wipe off some cold sweat and gestured as a reminder, "Your favorite jewelry brooch, I made it by hand, remember?"
