Mi Xiaotao ran back to her room, closed the door, and leaned against it, raising her hand to her chest. Her heart was beating so fast! 'Thump thump thump,' almost jumping out.
"Mi Xiaotao, you're really embarrassing!"
She flopped onto the bed, thinking about that accidental kiss, or what barely counted as a kiss—just a light brush of the lips. Yet she felt a current crackling through her.
Thinking about how both of them froze, staring at each other in a comical manner, Mi Xiaotao suddenly burst into laughter.
"Mi Xiaotao, oh Mi Xiaotao, are you getting lovesick?"
Mi Xiaotao raised her hands to cover her face, feeling a wave of shyness.
Her mind drifted back to that night on the cruise, and her expression dimmed.
Such a good man, Lu Shaoqing deserved a pure and lovely girl to love him. And she was no longer pure. How could she be worthy of him? She decided to stop indulging in wild thoughts.
"Sigh!"
Mi Xiaotao sighed, burrowed into bed, and pulled the covers over her head.
