At a crucial moment, Huang Xiaolong ceased his mischief, and his "lecherous hand" retreated from inside Song Yuru's T-shirt.
Only then did Song Yuru heave a sigh of relief. Yet, emotions of disappointment and...reluctance to part surged within her.
This led to Song Yuru cursing herself for being lustful...
'Song Yuru, what on earth is wrong with you? How could you do this? Do you actually want him to keep touching you? How did you stoop so low?'
After a round of exasperated lecturing from the shrew, she let Song Yuru return to her dormitory.
Song Yuru exhaled in relief and walked in with her head down.
Huang Xiaolong invisibly walked beside her, maintaining the ambiguous position of an embrace.
The 5th floor.
The corridor was eerie, with a dimming light flickering.
It was too late and many girls in the dormitory had already turned off their lights to rest.
"Little Long! You've gone too far! How dare you touch...touch... there?!" Song Yuru exploded.
