Nan Wan looked up and saw Yu Qinglu standing about three meters away. She hadn't seen her since the Spring Festival, and it had only been a little over a month since then.
With fiery red lips and black hair permed into large waves, she wore a skirt inappropriate for the season, her legs exposed to the air.
Even from this distance, the smell of alcohol was evident; she must have just come out of a nightclub.
"It's not convenient," Nan Wan shifted her gaze, speaking calmly.
As they passed each other, Yu Qinglu grabbed Nan Wan's arm and smiled nonchalantly, "I've been waiting for you for half an hour. Surely you can spare ten minutes."
Nan Wan shook off her hand, her expression calm and indifferent, "Even one minute feels like a waste."
Yu Qinglu didn't seem to care much either and stepped aside, blocking Nan Wan's path.
With drunken, blurry eyes, she muttered to herself, "I seem to be really sick..."
