The chaos in Wang Xueying's room finally subsided, leaving a faint blush on her dry cheeks. She lay there, breathing heavily from the earlier scuffle with Wang Xiao, which she had inevitably lost due to her smaller size.
Wang Xiao, on the other hand, closed his eyes, enjoying the comfortable silence that enveloped them. However, the same couldn't be said for Wang Xueying, whose mind was in disarray.
The human mind, is truly unique.
It constantly seeks social connections, and when that need isn't met, the void in the heart eagerly latches onto even the smallest gesture of connection.
Wang Xueying's eyes subtly glanced over his face, which was now bathed in the dim orange light of the lamp. The more she looked at him, the more chaotic her thoughts became.
