After repeated attempts, Xiao Ling finally confirmed that the person at the door really was Ye Feng. She could no longer hold herself together, and tears poured out in torrents.
She rushed toward Ye Feng and hugged him tightly, as though he would disappear the next second.
But Ye Feng was utterly embarrassed. Perhaps Xiao Ling was too excited to notice that she was not wearing a stitch. All her charms were exposed before his eyes as she simply leaned against his shoulder and sobbed.
To comfort Xiao Ling, Ye Feng hesitated for a long while before finally placing his hands on her back and gently holding her in his arms.
After a long time, perhaps having tired herself out from crying, Xiao Ling finally lifted her head from Ye Feng's shoulder. She looked at him through tear-filled eyes and said plaintively:
"Ye Feng, please don't ever leave me again, okay?"
But Ye Feng froze at her words. He did not know how to answer. He did not want to deceive the innocent Xiao Ling, yet with her in this state, he could not bring himself to say anything harsh.
Just then, a gust of wind blew in through the window, making Xiao Ling feel chilly all over.
Only then did Xiao Ling remember something and hurriedly look down. She saw her two snow-white breasts pressed bare against Ye Feng's chest, squeezed out of shape.
A scream rang through the little wooden building. Xiao Ling raced back to her bed at incredible speed and pulled the bedding over herself, burying herself completely beneath it.
At the sight, Ye Feng looked a little embarrassed, but he also felt a trace of relief. He was glad that the gust had interrupted Xiao Ling's question; otherwise, he would not have known how to