The young woman's heartbeat accelerated, as if it might burst through her chest. Her gaze darted around nervously, unsure of where to land. Her soft, fair hands gripped tightly at the corner of the quilt, slowly pulling it over herself until she was almost completely hidden, with just a tiny wisp of her soft hair visible. Even if she were less perceptive, the young girl still understood what had transpired.
Xie Qikan took an unusually long time in the shower this time. By the time the older man finished his cold shower, a full hour had passed. The young girl, Yuan Xiaoxiao, blushing deeply with embarrassment and anxiety, had gradually drifted off to sleep.
"Do you even know… do you have any idea when we'll ever truly be together?"
