[This chapter is dedicated to Ryahoo. It's been years since I touched this story but I never forgot how you kept on reading this story. For that reason, I'll give this the ending it deserved and I apologized it took this long. ]
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She rubbed her chest and stopped Wang Zhan from rubbing her back, if not she would truly choke herself to death with how he was seating to close
"I-I'm fine…truly," she added as she scooted further away from him on the couch, looking at his annoyed face, she knew she made the right move.
The idea of noisy kids at home, their home, those two words sounded like a dream painted in colors known to her.
Her childhood memories came to mind, the way her parents would look at her and her brothers in exasperation while they were being rowdy at home.
A Sunday morning where she and her brothers would slam their parents door open to jump on their bed, demanding for pancakes for breakfast as if there's no private chef in the kitchen to do it.
