The man suddenly brought up the topic, hitting a sore spot in An Yin's heart.
Rushing out without wearing underwear had already become a black mark in her history.
"I know." An Yin parted her lips, her voice extremely soft, like the hum of a mosquito, weak and small.
On the way back, they walked the same path. Under the pitch-dark eaves, the man's steps were light.
They were close, their breaths mingling, their nostrils could only catch each other's scent.
An Yin's breathing became erratic; her feelings grew increasingly complex when she was with him.
To her, the man was no longer just a simple friend. Her heart harbored some indescribable thoughts.
The most confusing thing for her was the pretend couple relationship between her and Bao Cheng, which she hadn't clarified with the man.
