"Nan Xiang, why didn't you come back yesterday? You didn't answer your phone either."
The apartment off campus—Nan Xiang had barely opened the door and stepped inside when she heard Tang Wanru speaking. "Did Xi Cheng keep you locked up in there for too long? You two..."
"What are you talking about? I just had something to do yesterday, so I went home."
Nan Xiang slowly poured herself a glass of water, then sat down on the sofa and looked at the three pairs of burning eyes fixed on her. "What? Why are you all staring at me?"
Tang Wanru pursed her lips. "Nan Xiang, you can't lie at all. Your legs can barely close when you walk. Anyone can tell you..."
"Oh, Tang Wanru." Lin Xiao was the first to be unable to tolerate Tang Wanru's mouth any longer. "Can you stop saying such filthy things that give people goosebumps?"
"What's wrong? The three of you dare to do it, but you won't let me talk about it?" Tang Wanru cried out in protest. "Honestly, when you're getting intimate with your boyfriends, every one of you is louder than the last. But once you put your pants back on, you turn into proper ladies?"
"You, you, you..." Lin Xiao pointed at Tang Wanru, too speechless to form a reply.
"Don't you know her? She's just jealous." Gu Li shot her a glance and stated the cold, hard truth.
"I refuse to believe I can't find a boyfriend who's tall, handsome, and in good shape."
"Then I wish you success." Gu Li's tone was flat, but the mockery was unmistakable.
Nan Xiang drank her water calmly, thinking the fire had already been redirected.
But just as she relaxed, Gu Li suddenly said, "Nan Xiang, I remember you weren't wearing this