On a night lit only by a dim moon, a perfect setting for murder and arson!
Er… That seems a bit off; nonetheless, that's not important. What's important is…
At dawn, precisely when the hands of the clock pointed to three, the person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes. As he shifted slightly, he found himself firmly embraced by a pair of hands. Looking at the magnified handsome face before him, Mu Lin recalled the events of the past evening. What best described him then was: shameless.
Mu Lin didn't know that Jing Chen's current behavior largely originated from the perverse ideas of his gang of friends, Ying Sun included: utter shamelessness, complemented by relentless persistence.
Any method is a good one, as long as it can win him his sweetheart.
Last evening.