Friday, December 15, 2023.
At six in the morning, Yancheng's sky was still pitch-black.
Beicheng Garden Residential Area.
"Mmm—ba—"
A murmuring sound softly echoed through the room.
In the bedroom, Qiu Qiu woke amid an inexplicable restlessness.
She opened her eyes and sat up, rubbed her cheeks, and stared blankly at the still-dark sky beyond the window.
Scenes from her dream began flashing through her mind.
Tang Song's tall figure, his scorching hands, his moist lips—
It was as if she had returned to that night at the Rong City hotel.
Her hand unconsciously moved to her full chest, while her cheeks burned as though they were about to catch fire.
Most importantly, why did she always want to call him that?
Qiu Qiu stared blankly at the ceiling, shame washing over her like a tide.
Could it be—was she a pervert?
A moment later.
She suddenly sensed something strange in her body.
She hurriedly got up and walked into the bathroom.
After a while, she turned on the faucet and vigorously splashed her face with icy water.
Looking at her flushed reflection in the mirror, she felt utterly unfamiliar with herself.
For some reason, whenever she faced Tang Song, all sorts of messy thoughts would arise uncontrollably.
Was it because she had lacked fatherly love since childhood? How could this be?
Still, it was not entirely a bad thing. Recently, as Tang Song had appeared more and more often in her dreams, the nightmares that had plagued her for over a decade had not returned even once.
Even a few days ago, when Ling Ling went to hang out with Zhang Jiahong and the others, she had spent the night alone in this large house without feeling the fear she used to.
And when she thought of her body's