Night deepened.
The shops by Heping Bridge gradually closed for the night, and streetlights came on along both sides of the chilly road. On the vast street, only one shop still cast a warm glow.
Beside the mess of a dining table, Hong Ying stood with one foot on a chair, a can of beer in one hand. With her brows dancing, she vividly recounted Lin Qiye's embarrassing past to everyone.
"...Back when he'd just joined the Night Watchmen, he had nowhere to stay, so he temporarily moved into my place... hic... That very night, he knocked on my bedroom door. Honestly, I'd had a pretty good impression of him during the day, but who would've thought... hic... he was that kind of person..."
Hong Ying seemed to be drunk already. She mumbled through the rest, and no one could make out what she said. They merely widened their eyes, their gazes flickering back and forth between Lin Qiye and Hong Ying.
Commander Lin... was that kind of person??
"...What do you mean, 'that kind of person'? At least finish what you were saying." Feeling everyone's strange looks, Lin Qiye spoke helplessly. "And Wen Qimo... I can understand them looking at me like that, but what do you mean by looking at me like that too?"
"I don't live at Hong Ying's house. How would I know what happened between you two that night?" Wen Qimo answered matter-of-factly. "Besides, during the day, you even knew the color of Hong Ying's underwear..."
Before Wen Qimo could finish, a hand swiftly clamped over his mouth. With his other hand holding a beer, Lin Qiye forcibly stuffed it into Wen Qimo's arms.
"Stop right there! I'm the Commander-in-Chief now, you know. I have an image to maintain..."
"￥#!%*@..."
At first, with Lin Qiye