Times slowed down in her eyes, as she eyed Yang Qingyue, wearing the same uniform, albeit in a longer skirt and without black silk stockings.
The very existence of Yang Qingyue reminded Ling Qingyu of a dream this morning. She wondered if her lips tasted the same. It was a pity she wasn't wearing anything sexy.
Ling Qingyu shook her head and patted her cheeks. What was she thinking even?
"Is there anything wrong Miss Ling," Yang Qingyue said worriedly, unaware, the person she was worried about sank her mind in a crooked way.
"Oh! It's nothing." Ling Qingyu didn't say anymore. "Please sit."
All of them took a seat. They were in a triangular position. Only after Ling Qingyu took a head seat, the other two sat down.
