"If it's not convenient, then never mind. I was just passing by anyway."
Upon hearing that Zhou Yuwen was about to leave, Qu Jing panicked suddenly, almost on the verge of tears, "No, I, I don't have a boyfriend!"
With that she didn't take the time to pick up the fallen chairs or bother to close the small video, but hurried to open the door for Zhou Yuwen.
'Click,' the door opened.
Qu Jing's flushed face was revealed, her hair somewhat disheveled, dressed in a light brown spaghetti-strap bandage dress that showcased her graceful figure exquisitely.
Qu Jing clearly did something naughty and felt somewhat guilty.
Zhou Yuwen entered the house with a bit of curiosity.
The three-bedroom apartment seemed a bit empty with only Qu Jing there, but looking at the living room, it was quite messy, with clothes she had changed out of all over the sofa.
As soon as he entered, he noticed Qu Jing's shoes by the door—high heels, slippers, and even boots of various sorts.