Back in her room, Zuo Qing swiftly shut the door, leaning weakly against it, and clutched her lips tightly with both hands, her clear eyes shimmering with tears that hadn't yet faded.
She had just kissed him.
The tender image of his side profile lingered in her mind. Zuo Qing quickly shook her head—she had to sleep, definitely sleep—she couldn't keep dwelling on these thoughts.
*
The next day, Zuo Qing got up early, but the house was already empty; Da Bao and Xiao Bao had probably been taken back by him.
Zuo Qing sat blankly on the sofa, suddenly feeling a void.
Strange, it's not the first time she's been home alone.
While thinking about these things, a faint sound reached her from outside—it was the sound of a key entering the lock.
He was back.
Zuo Qing instinctively stood up.
The door was pushed open, and the person who entered was indeed Ye Shaoting.
"Where did you go?" Zuo Qing asked awkwardly.
