Qian watched as this guy took off his shirt, not even leaving his vest on, revealing his strong abs. He raised his glass but didn't drink, just tipped it over, spilling it all.
Then he gave her that mischievous look, as seductive as possible, making Qian's face flush red. She wanted to turn and leave, but how could she run away?
She was pulled back, "Hey buddy, weren't you going to drink? Come on..."
The wind stirred the curtain and the aroma of wine mingled with whispers.
A long, long time later.
Qian suddenly opened her eyes, remembering something.
"What's up?" Xiaoqiang sat up too, with his hair tousled, looking charmingly lazy.
"What time is it?"
He grabbed the small alarm clock from the bedside table and glanced at it casually, "It's only 1 o'clock, go back to sleep. If you don't want to sleep, exercise is great too—"
"Oh, shut up! My mom told me again and again, not past midnight!!"
