The young man transferred his breath to her bit by bit.
Her senses were infinitely magnified.
She felt the young man's warm lips and the carefulness he inadvertently revealed.
It was as if he wanted to save her but could not bear to blaspheme her.
… Was it an illusion?
Why was it so real?
That time, she floated passively underwater.
This time, she reached out and hugged her young man.
… .
The morning light was faint.
Yun Shuang shuddered and woke up from her sleep.
On the branches outside the window, the morning birds chirped non-stop.
Yun Shuang sat up and was stunned for a moment.
After adapting to the light in the room, she immediately lifted the curtain.
This was Jiang Guanchao's house.
She was back.
She looked down at the dry clothes on her body. They were the ones from yesterday.
She didn't change her clothes. Could it be that… she didn't fall into the water?
