[Ahhh!! What exactly am I doing!]
[Am I not also a pervert? In front of my best friend...]
Xu Qing felt like she was about to explode.
Her face was as red as if it were bleeding, her head was hot and feverish, but her body wouldn't listen to her at all.
An unprecedented thrill.
It's like the plot of a novel she had written, breaking through the dimensional wall and descending upon her.
The whole world at this moment became illusory and unreal.
...
November 23rd, 2023, Thursday.
North City Garden.
At six-thirty in the morning, the alarm clock rang on time in the cozy bedroom.
Yao Lingling stretched out a hand from her soft and warm blanket, skillfully swiping across the phone screen to turn off the reminder.
She sat up, tousled her messy hair, yawned, and her thoughts gradually came to clarity.
Picking up her phone, she first checked the weather forecast.
Then she opened the pinned chat box on WeChat.
