Not a Qualified Second Senior Sister!

The dead of night was silent, the bedroom dim and soft.

The sudden panic from earlier had left Wu Yue's entire body tense, plunging her into extreme embarrassment and confusion.

She clamped a hand over her lips, her heartbeat frantic and disordered, her mind utterly blank as she instinctively stopped all movement.

Yet after only a moment of silence, the restless heat lingering in her heart still refused to disperse.

Her state of mind tonight had already been unusually sensitive. The loneliness accumulated over the years, the flutter of love at first sight, and the vulnerability of a special physiological cycle had all intertwined. It was not something she could easily suppress through restraint alone.

After struggling and hesitating again and again, reason ultimately failed to overcome the surging impulses within her.

She slowly loosened her tense fingers, cast off all restraint, and let the agitation in her heart spread unchecked.

Within the sealed bedroom of the main hall, faint, low, intermittent soft breaths sounded once more.

The weak sounds were shallow and muffled, kneaded into the silence of the deep night—gentle and lingering as they echoed layer upon layer through the empty room.

After a long tide of turbulent emotions, the taut lines of her body suddenly relaxed.

A warm current quietly flowed and spread through her, thoroughly washing away the fatigue accumulated over the past days and the restlessness in her heart.

Wu Yue lay languidly on the bed, her disheveled hair scattered across the pillow, a translucent blush spreading over her fair skin.

Her lips were slightly parted as she drew long, soft breaths in great mouthfuls.

A misty sheen layered her beautiful pink eyes, a seductive charm quietly blooming within them. Her gaze was hazy and unfocused as she looked helplessly and softly at the dim