Mu Xiaoxiao's throat was parched, and she said angrily, "You really have a sharp tongue. I feel restless if I don't tease you for a day."
It was already 7 p.m. when the two arrived at the school, and it was getting dark.
"Xiaoxiao?" Several girls waved to Mu Xiaoxiao from a distance, then nodded politely to Yang Qingheng, "Senior Yang."
Since the others weren't familiar with her, they were a bit reserved when talking to her. Yang Qingheng was understanding and patted Mu Xiaoxiao's shoulder: "Go play with your friends for a while. I haven't been to school in a long time. I'll wander around outside and come find me later."
After the group had walked a distance, Yang Qingheng simply took a walk around the lake, but unexpectedly found herself surrounded by young couples, so she returned embarrassed.
"Hey, beautiful, are you missing a dance partner?" As soon as she entered the hall, a large hand suddenly grabbed her arm.
Greasy.
Yang Qingheng instinctively shook him off, turned around and saw the unfamiliar face. Her expression turned ugly, and she refused, "Thank you, but I don't need a dance partner."
"Everyone's here tonight looking for a partner, so don't be shy." Pan Changshu smiled wickedly, made an awkward gentlemanly gesture, and raised his head with a luscious rose between his teeth.
However, it seemed out of place with his arrogant face.
Where did this narcissist come from?
Yang Qingheng's smile froze, and the words that came out of her mouth one by one sounded like she was grinding her teeth: "Are you done talking? If you're done, then get out of my way. You're blocking my way." Seeing the man standing there in a daze, she simply walked around him and went inside.
If she didn't have some self-control, she would have rolled her eyes to the heavens.
"Interesting." Pan Changshu looked her up and down, stroking his chin with a confident smile.
This kind of chili pepper is really fun to sleep with.
The man next to him laughed: "It seems that Young Master Pan has found a dish he likes today. I must say, Young Master Pan has his eye on the best."
"Boss, when you get tired of her, let me have a taste too." Another henchman swallowed hard as he watched Yang Qingheng's retreating figure.
Pan Changshu was pleased to be flattered and waved his hand, saying, "We're all brothers, no problem."
Judging by his clothes, he's probably a poor student from somewhere. He could afford to play with ten of them, let alone one.
Yang Qingheng looked around but didn't see Mu Xiaoxiao. She picked up a glass of red wine. It was a university social gathering, and there weren't any strong liquors on the table. They were probably all low-alcohol drinks. She took a sip and found the taste to be surprisingly good.
"I had some red wine flown in from France. How about it? Never had it before, have you?" Pan Changshu leaned against the table, one hand in his pocket, feeling quite pleased with himself.
Yang Qingheng almost choked on a mouthful of wine, coughed twice, and her face flushed slightly.
So you're shy?
Pan Changshu chuckled inwardly, but put on a gentle expression, pointing to her wine glass: "You may not know this if you haven't been to a banquet like this before, but this is not how you hold a wine glass. If others see you doing this, you'll make a fool of yourself."
"Then how do we catch it?" Yang Qingheng chuckled dryly.
Pan Changshu, confident, reached out and squeezed her hand: "I'll teach you..."
"Splash!" A glass of red wine was slammed onto his head. Yang Qingheng's face was so cold it looked like ice crystals could fall from it. "Who gave you the courage to lay a hand on me?"
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