She really was a woman of graceful poise—a red body-hugging skirt outlining her curvaceous figure, like an exotic red rose blooming wildly.
At that moment, this red rose was wrapped in an embrace with Mu Yunlie.
Mu Yunlie wore a black shirt and trousers, the visual impact of black and red making Yan Qianyi feel particularly irritated.
It was as if a thorn from the rose had pricked her heart.
So he had called her over just to let her watch him cuddle and kiss another woman?
Yan Qianyi, with a darkened face, turned around to leave, cursing Mu Yunlie's ancestors eighteen generations in her mind.
Class was about to start, and she headed straight to the classroom.
The students hadn't arrived yet, so she took a seat in the corner by the window in the back, opened it, and took a deep breath.
She continued to comfort herself, "Don't be angry, don't be angry, getting angry is bad for your health."
A smile takes ten years off.
