In the living room, Song Xing Xing sat on the sofa looking slightly in a daze.
At her side, her cat, Mr. Fluffball was playing with the hem of her skirt. However, Song Xing Xing did not seem to notice the cat's hyperactive behavior.
Her cheek puffed up. Her arms were hugging the pillow tightly and her face buried in the pillow. One would think that she was having a big problem with the way she kept on sighing.
As if realizing what she was doing, Song Xing Xing pulled away from the pillow and threw it away to another side. She stared at the pillow on the floor and slammed her body on the sofa. "Song Xing Xing! What on earth are you thinking about?"
In the past few days, she has been thinking about the incident in the mall where she had almost got into trouble with the reporters.
No. That was not what's in her mind.
In the past few days, the thing that kept haunting her mind was the part where President Lu Xun was hugging her.
