1 Coward

"Wen Ning, do you have any plans after graduation?"

At the prom, Yan Heng walked towards Wen Ning with a glass of wine.

Wen Ning looked at Yan Heng in surprise. Why did he ask her this question? She thought he had always hated her. All these years, he had teased her too many times.

After giving it some thought, Wen Ning answered, "I'm going abroad to further my studies. My family has already made arrangements for me."

Yan Heng instantly laughed. "Really? I really didn't expect you to be able to go overseas with such results. I thought only an outstanding person like me would choose to go overseas."

Wen Ning gritted her teeth in hatred. Yan Heng was just so detestable. Others always think that he was a polite and humble student, but with her, he was always that abhorrent guy!

"Does that mean you're going overseas too?" Wen Ning asked casually.

Yan Heng shook his head. "I don't have that in my plans for now. I'm preparing to take over the family business. I think you should take more responsibility for your father. After all, like my father, he has not been in good health."

"It's none of your business!"

"Alright, here's to your plans for overseas studies. Cheers!" Yan Heng raised the wine glass in his hand.

"I thought you didn't drink?"

Although she found Yan Heng's actions strange, Wen Ning still finished the wine in her glass.

...

In her daze, Wen Ning felt something pressing down on her.

It was so heavy!

Although she was so drunk that she could not open her eyes, Wen Ning was still trying to push away the heavy object from her body.

"Trying to pin me down? No way!" Wen Ning felt the heat from the heavy object as well as the breath she exhaled.

This heat made her want to take a cold shower.

Just as she was thinking about it, Wen Ning felt the temperature around her suddenly drop, as if… her clothes had been ripped off.

The temporary coldness seemed to have allowed Wen Ning to regain some ability to think. However, before she could figure out what was going on, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower body!

The feeling of being torn apart made Wen Ning feel like her brain was deprived of oxygen, and her ability to think disappeared once again.

"Ah…"

Wen Ning yelled, "Bastard, how dare you bully me! I'm not to be trifled with!"

Wen Ning decided to teach this bully a lesson!

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"What should I do? What should I do?"

Wen Ning looked at herself in the bathroom mirror and was about to cry.

The hickeys on her neck were enough to prove how intense the battle was last night!

She would never have thought that she could drink so much with Yan Heng last night. What's worse, after getting drunk, she slept with him! What the hell!

Yan Heng was still sound asleep, his upper body exposed. Wen Ning could not help but gulp. She did not expect this guy to have such a good figure with six packs.

Despite what had transpired, Wen Ning still hated this fellow. They had been classmates since they were young. Yan Heng was a good student in the eyes of others—everyone liked him. But only Wen Ning knew how hateful he actually was! Every time she teased Yan Heng, he would get back at her, and in the end, everyone would think that she was the one in the wrong!

To think she slept with Yan Heng in a daze. If he woke up, what would he think? How would he take revenge on her?

Wen Ning no longer dared to think about the consequences. She had to leave this place and get away from this fellow! After putting on her clothes, Wen Ning fled the room.

The moment the hotel door closed, Yan Heng, who was originally sound asleep, opened his eyes.

Did he confess to her last night? He could not believe that his alcohol tolerance would be so low that he had forgotten about his carefully prepared confession. Fortunately, the subsequent development was an unexpected surprise. They had slept together after all. Would their relationship be different when they met again?

He just didn't expect her to run away? What a coward! He decided to give her two days to calm down, lest she thought that his confession was too perfunctory.

Two days later, the meticulously dressed Yan Heng rang the doorbell of Wen Ning's home with a bouquet of roses.

"What? Wen Ning went abroad yesterday? Oh, it's nothing… nothing."

Yan Heng turned around and left dejectedly.

The bouquet in his hand fell to the ground.