Three years passed in the blink of an eye.
"Qingqing, you're going to be an adult soon," He Junyan said as he embraced Gu Shengyin, whispering gently into her ear.
Gu Shengyin felt the hot breath at her ear and understood clearly what the man's tone implied—the moment she came of age, ripe and ready, he could indulge.
Feeling desired by her lover was not something she found odd; what amazed her was this man's remarkable patience to have waited so long.
A thirty-one-year-old man was in the prime of his life, shedding the impetuousness of his youth, with a charm that was increasingly profound and refined.
Gu Shengyin turned and sized up the man; he didn't look old. If he dressed in casual clothes and appeared on campus, he would be mistaken for an exceptionally suave senior.
"What are you looking at?" He Junyan asked as he saw her gazing unwaveringly at him.