"How was the evening party?"
"Not great, no sketches."
Jiang Yan found it amusing, he squeezed her small hand with his large one, "You think this is the Spring Festival Gala?" He jokingly added that she even wanted to watch sketches.
In truth, if you excluded traditional Chinese painting, neither of them had much artistic sense in other areas, nor were they interested in learning—it was simply a lack of interest.
Even though the student council president from the Computer Science Department had eagerly invited him, Jiang Yan had only showed up to make an appearance and left before his seat had even warmed up.
It was too noisy and chaotic.
"I'll take you to meet someone."
When they reached a quieter spot, Jiang Yan hugged her and kissed her on the lips. He wanted to go further, but Mu Jiawen pushed him away with her hand in disgust, "You smoked again, your mouth is full of the smell of smoke, it stinks."
"How is that possible? I ate a breath mint after smoking..."