I'm Numb! Stop Spoiling the Slow-Burning Top Student!

In this prime of youth, Qian Xi does not regret meeting Chen Wenzhi at all.

The heartless top student x the dedicated, shy little sweetheart.

In the past, it seemed he never cared about...

Chapter Sixty-Two Together

"Don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid..." She couldn't see the pained expression on Chen Wenzhi's face, otherwise she would have known that Chen Wenzhi was very afraid of the dark, and she would definitely have laughed at him again.

Chen Wenzhi never cared about Ying Qian's teasing and jokes, because he knew they were just joking. If she were truly angry, she wouldn't say another word to him.

After calling out, she realized the lights weren't on and that the motion-activated lights on that floor were broken. Ying Qian turned on her phone's flashlight and found the door number she remembered.

Chen Wenzhi went up and knocked on the door.

Soon after, a thin man opened the door. He had excellent taste, and his designer clothes were not superfluous. To Ying Qian's surprise, he dressed lavishly even at home.

"Who are you?" the man asked in an unfriendly tone. "What's the meaning of a pretty young lady coming to a man's house in the middle of the night?"

Chen Wenzhi grabbed Ying Qian and coughed twice, "Cough cough!"

Ying Qian was amused by his appearance and asked, "Where is Meng Beiyan?"

The man smiled wickedly, and instead of answering, he said, "You're the sister of that 'Fairy Sister'?"

His tone grew increasingly cold: "That's all there is to it."

"Who is this person next to you?" The man seemed very interested in Chen Wenzhi.

"friend."

"friend."

The two spoke in unison, then looked at each other in bewilderment, and finally smiled at each other.

The man noticed the brief movement, raised an eyebrow, and invited the two into his home.

Ying Qian didn't care about anything else. She glanced at Meng Beiyan lying on the sofa. His suit was wrinkled, his bow tie was casually thrown on the ground, and his face was flushed.

She rushed over and knelt down beside the sofa.

Meng Beiyan, as if he had planned this for a long time, grabbed her hand with a dazed look in his eyes, "Ying Qian...you're here..."

“I’m here…” She helped him up, her voice trembling, and scolded, “You clearly can’t drink alcohol, why did you drink?”