Ying Sheng sat in class and doodled in her notebook lazily, not paying attention to whatever the professor was saying. Her mind wandered to Han Xi. He had called her multiple times for the past two days, but she refused to answer.
She needed space to think and force her brain to process the fact that she was in love with a guy who would never love her back. Sad but true.
But she asked herself every time if she was really over him. Ying Sheng couldn't count the number of times she has imagined them together that she was the woman sleeping next to her instead of that bi*ch. She wonders how his tongue will feel dancing on her skin. How sexy he would sound growling out her name in pleasure. She wanted to be the one that would arouse him; make him lose control.
It was disheartening that he meant everything to her, yet she was nothing to him. She was the last person he cared about. Will he ever notice her just for once?
