Teetering bodies, dirtied school uniforms, pale faces, and moving mouths like they were trying to say something. The three girls' faces were frozen in fear and terror, and their bodies seemed to have grown out of the wooden chairs.
As his gaze alternated between the mirrors and the entrance of the girl's dressing room, a chill crept over Chen Ge's heart. Just not too long ago, he had tipped the chair over and observed them closely.
Could that be considered my first intimate contact with a female?
He shivered involuntarily, and his footsteps that headed toward the door hastened. As he wandered closer to the exit, the three chairs shuffled incrementally forward, and the lockers in the dressing room rattled slightly.
After he mentioned Zhang Ya's name, things seemed to have changed inside the dance studio. The name appeared to be a taboo here.
