Their gazes collided in midair.
This was probably the longest moment in Jiang You Rong's thirty-three years of life.
Longer than those few minutes during her doctoral thesis defense when three advisors took turns questioning her until she was speechless.
More terrifying than the moment she watched Secretary Jin take off her black-rimmed glasses at the cinema.
Her face burned from pink to deep red.
She was like a computer with a system crash—the screen was still on, but only the cursor remained, mechanically blinking over and over on a blank interface. "Bzzzz."
Jiang You Rong finally came to her senses.
She yanked the blanket over and wrapped herself up from head to toe.
The pillow was swept onto the floor, and the sparkling water on the bedside table shook along with it, nearly tipping over.
The blanket bulged into a large, round, trembling lump, like an ostrich caught in a sandstorm in the desert.
It was over!
Just let me die!
How was this any different from taking a dump in the street?
No, there was a difference!
She even felt that taking a dump in the street might be more dignified than this!
Destroy everything!
The Earth could explode right now for all she cared!
A meteor strike, a tsunami, an alien invasion... anything would do!
Or just send her back three minutes.
She swore she would tie her hands up tightly, then lie flat on the bed properly and read an academic paper from a top journal with complete focus!
"Bzzzz."
Jiang You Rong's body stiffened.
In a fluster, she fumbled around, trying to turn it off.
But her palms were drenched in sweat. The more anxious she became, the more slippery they were; the more slippery they were, the less accurately she could press.
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