Seven o'clock in the morning.
The rain outside had completely stopped.
The light from outside seeped in, illuminating the entire bedroom.
Liu Qingning lay on the bed, clutching her quilt tightly, her breathing rapid, the blush on her face lingering.
The warmth of Tang Song's hands seemed to linger on her chest and legs, that tingling sensation running wildly through her body like electricity, her heartbeat refusing to slow down.
She bit her lip, unable to stop the scene from just now from replaying in her mind.
Tang Song the rascal, not only touched her, but made her watch, made her recall the bits and pieces from high school.
This sense of shame was far more intense than when they were in the large apartment at Shen City Bay No.1.
Back then, the fear of losing him was greater, her emotions were as tangled as a ball of yarn.
Their relationship was so familiar, besides love, friendship also played a big part.
