Back home, Chen Hao looked around the modest room, its furnishings still exactly as they had been when he graduated from high school, and felt a rush of nostalgia.
Liu Yan surveyed the room with boundless curiosity. Spotting the yellowed poster of a beautiful woman on the wall, she laughed. "Chen Hao, so this is your type?"
Chen Hao froze. He stared at the poster in embarrassment, then hurried to cover it. "That was years ago. Stop looking. You're definitely my type."
Liu Yan gave a loud, dismissive snort, then sat at Chen Hao's battered writing desk and began idly rummaging through it.
As she rummaged, Liu Yan suddenly found a stack of envelopes. Just as her curiosity stirred, Chen Hao's eyes widened, and he rushed over in a panic to snatch them away. "Hey, hey, hey! You can't read those."
Seeing his reaction, Liu Yan knew something was up. She pushed him back with one hand and hid the envelopes behind her. "What's the matter? Got some little secret I'm not allowed to know?"
Cold sweat broke out across Chen Hao's forehead. "Of course not! Those are things for guys to read. You women can't look at them."
The more he protested, the more curious Liu Yan became. She kept pushing him away and feigned anger. "Stop right there. If you won't let me read them, I'm leaving right now."
Backed into a corner by Liu Yan, Chen Hao had no choice.
Liu Yan unfolded a letter and glanced at it, her lips twisting. "Ahem. 'My darling.' Well, well, Chen Hao. Looks like you've had plenty of romances behind my back."
Chen Hao hastily explained, "Those hardly counted as romances. If I'd met you sooner, you'd have put an end to my bachelor days long ago. Come on, stop