Xiao Lin left home at seven-thirty. It wasn't because he was particularly industrious, but mainly because if he stayed at home, Xiao Lin didn't feel he could maintain a calm demeanor with a beautiful woman in front of him all the time. Moreover, having never known the charm of a woman before, once he tasted the sweetness, seductive images would occasionally flash through his mind.
Seven-thirty was the time when students had finished breakfast and were preparing to go to the lecture halls for classes. The campus path was bustling with activity, especially with the freshmen dressed in military uniforms, forming a bright and lively scenery. Seeing these youthful faces made Xiao Lin feel a bit younger, but not in terms of appearance. In terms of looks, Xiao Lin actually appeared younger than some university students. Mainly, it was his mindset—though Xiao Lin was only twenty-four or twenty-five, his mentality seemed to have already reached the level of an uncle.
