Desire was satisfied. Although obtained coercively, Xu Si, besides a twinge of guilt, still felt happiness. The sense of fulfillment from being close to that person for one minute today was hundreds of times greater than drinking three cups of Trace Dream's signature concoction, so much so that upon returning to Xu Mansion, she couldn't help but look forward to the arrival of a clear day.
At the same time, she also pondered a question. His agreement hadn't been easy; I could even see he was terribly hesitant. But why, then, did he still agree?
Xu Si didn't know. But after returning from the White Villa that night, she had an absurd dream. The White Villa was inhabited by an old man with white hair, infuriated by her intrusion, foaming at the mouth, accusing her of abuse and trespass.
Upon waking, Xu Si touched her delicate nose and felt an indescribable awkwardness. Better to be more polite the next time I intrude.
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