Your Personal Compass

When Ye Nanzhu was sixteen, her parents divorced, and she was abandoned in an unfamiliar city by parents who didn’t care for her. There, she met a cool and otherworldly young man, as pure and serene as a gentle breeze beneath a clear sky. Unfortunately, he had a mouth on him, spouting dirty jokes at every turn. What a waste of that celestial face. One day, she got drunk and woke up at his place. Ye Nanzhu asked awkwardly, “I didn’t do anything last night, did I?” Yang Beisheng replied lazily, “Not really.” Ye Nanzhu breathed a sigh of relief. The next second, she heard him drawl, “You just clung to me at the entrance to your neighborhood and insisted I carry you.” “?” Yang Beisheng raised an eyebrow and added lazily, “You also said I was so handsome you could barely control yourself.” “Then you kept calling me ‘big brother,’ batting your eyelashes and begging me to take you in.”