Perfect Boyfriend

"Ok." Lin Wanwan dashed into the washroom.

Lu Zhanbei walked to the front of the door, stretched his hand out, and opened it.

"Oh my!"

The person who was knocking on the door made an empty knock and she nearly fell into Lu Zhanbei's embrace.

Thankfully, with his sharp eyes and agile movements, he managed to take one step back. He looked on indifferently as a girl with a ponytail fell to the carpet and let out a groan of pain.

After a short while, she climbed up, enduring the pain.

"Wan…"

When she saw Lu Zhanbei, who had a face that seemed to be sculpted by God, her face turned red and she could not shift her gaze away. She asked, stuttering, "Who are you….? Why are you in Wanwan's room…?"

Lu Zhanbei sized her up and frowned slightly. "Gu Yien?"

He had some impression of this girl that Lin Wanwan had wanted to bring up.

"You recognize me."