She became more and more embarrassed as she spoke:
"Teacher Wei said he would take me to see it, sister-in-law, why don't you come with me."
"I still have to go to class."
Qin Ying's heart skipped a beat when she heard Fu Hanting's words. She refused almost reflexively, and the water in the teacup rippled slightly.
She is too busy hiding from Wei Zhuolan now and will never move forward.
"You can wait until the weekend!"
Fu Hanting grabbed her wrist and shook it gently.
“The exhibition will definitely be more lively then!”
Qin Ying took a sip of tea and avoided Wei Zhuolan's burning gaze:
"Let's talk about it later!"
Wei Zhuolan chuckled:
"Weekends are fine too."
He placed the teacup heavily on the table, and the porcelain made a sound when it hit the table.
His eyes suddenly swept over the slightly open collar of her shirt, and thinking of how he tore her shirt in a hurry yesterday, the topic suddenly changed.
Looking at the Dacron on Fu Hanting's body, her voice was soft and gentle:
"Dacron looks great on you. I heard the textile factory just got a new batch, perfect for making shirts."
He paused, his Adam's apple rolling as he uttered a low, final tone:
"The fabric is fine, breathable, and easy to cover..."
His bony fingers stroked the rim of the cup, his eyes glancing at Qin Ying intentionally or unintentionally:
“Let’s go check it out this weekend.”
Qin Ying's nails dug deep into her palms.
The bruise on her lower back from the forced kiss yesterday was still hot. At this moment, Wei Zhuolan's gaze was like a hook, wandering wantonly across her collarbone, causing every inch of her skin to feel a fine burning sensation.
Fu Hanting suddenly stood up to add more tea, but Wei Zhuolan pressed the teapot first, revealing a red rubber band on his wrist - it was the "trophy" he pulled from Qin Ying's hair when he was hiding from the rain on the day of the rehearsal.
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