Jin Lin lay on Hua Miaomiao's bed, utterly drained, her mind incessantly replaying every moment that had just occurred.
Just as things seemed beyond control, Hua Miaomiao suddenly stopped all her movements and lay panting on top of her.
The hot breath on her neck, the firm hardness against her tender spot below, Jin Lin felt as if all her blood was rushing to her head.
Although she was quite bold, she still felt embarrassed, keeping her eyes closed, not daring to look at Hua Miaomiao, yet amidst her embarrassment, there was a small sense of anticipation.
But then Hua Miaomiao abruptly got up and left without looking back; when Jin Lin opened her eyes, all she saw was the room's door being slammed shut.
At that moment, Jin Lin really wanted to cry, but when she was about to, she felt relieved, realizing that Hua Miaomiao's actions might mean that she truly had feelings for her, only that she was not willing to admit it.
