Just as I steadied myself, I looked up with some lingering fear, "Thank..." Thank you.
The words of gratitude hadn't been fully spoken
Xia Weibao's eyes suddenly widened, almost reflexively, she pushed him away.
Avoiding looking at him any further, she turned and ran outside.
She realized she had run in the wrong direction after reaching the hall, then quickly turned around and ran back into the room.
Ignoring the man standing in front of the dressing mirror the entire time, she brushed past like a gust of wind, not even bothering to remove her shoes, she jumped onto the bed, pulled the quilt over herself tightly from head to toe.
After a moment, the quilt moved slightly, and two shoes were thrown out.
Lu Hualiang, "..."
Silent laughter, how adorable.
Raising his hand, he touched his lips.
It seemed her fragrance still lingered there.
His hand dropped, placed over his heart, where the beating had long since lost control.
So incredibly wonderful.
