I’d had a crush on my best friend’s stiff, proper little brother for years.
To look younger, I always wore fresh, barely-there makeup and bright, cheerful outfits whenever I saw Jiang Heng.
He never so much as batted an eye.
Then came the bachelorette party before my best friend’s wedding.
With my hair in big, man-eater waves, a bodycon skirt, black stockings, and red-soled heels, I cut completely loose.
Afterward, I took my hopelessly drunk best friend home.
The door opened.
Jiang Heng and I stared straight at each other.
The sweet-girl act I’d kept up around him for years shattered on the spot.
Feeling guilty, I turned to leave.
But Jiang Heng, always so cool and scrupulously polite, raised a hand to block the doorway.
“It’s late, Qingzhou.
Why don’t you stay the night?”
