Spring dreams were a psychological experience that everyone inevitably went through during their restless adolescence.
They stemmed from the normal physiological reactions that occurred as an adolescent's body matured.
Wanda had previously lived in constant instability, so her nerves had remained on high alert for a long time, leaving her with no mind for such things.
But now that her life had become a little more stable, she had finally begun, like most normal people her age, to inevitably harbor certain fantasies about the opposite sex.
When she woke up the next morning and recalled last night's dream, her face immediately turned bright red, her embarrassment tinged with shyness.
After taking a quick shower and changing all of her underwear, Wanda finally stepped into the living room. She found that her brother had already made breakfast and was sitting in his usual seat drinking milk.
"You look pretty good. How did your date go yesterday? Did things make any progress?" Quicksilver asked, deliberately pretending to sound casual.
Although the two usually maintained a lukewarm relationship, he still cared deeply about the only family he had left in this world.
"Mm! The first half was a little awful, but the second half was wonderful." Wanda revealed a sweet smile like a girl in love.
Not only that, she had just exchanged several messages with Allen on her phone, wishing each other good morning.
That intimate feeling was as sweet as honey, making her seem to radiate the scent of "love."
Quicksilver had obviously noticed it. He immediately shook his head helplessly, then asked, "So what are you planning to do next?"
"You mean a second date? I'm thinking about it. But getting Allen to come out isn't easy. And I've realized that ordinary dating methods don't suit him."
As Wanda spoke,