Song Qingchun felt the air around her starting to thin, and even her breathing had slowed. It was as if a huge rock was on her chest, which made her feel tired and frustrated.
She didn't want him to spend time with those girls; she wanted to call him to come downstairs immediately.
The thought was like a spark amid a stack of hay; it lit up her mind with a grand whoosh. and as the flames retreated, a plan was formed. She stared at the door for a long time as if hesitating. Then, there was a firm resolution on her face as she pushed the door open.
Cheng Qingchong heard the door open, stood up and asked, "Miss Song, you're back?"
Song Qingchun smiled at Cheng Qingchong, but before she could say anything, she purposely took a faltering step, and as an "ouch" escaped from her lips, she sprained her ankle, collapsing onto the heavy carpet with a thud.
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