Her voice was hoarse beyond reason, as if there were sharp cinnabar hidden inside, stabbing her throat, choking her heart.
Qin Yu was puzzled, but didn't say anything. She could only let this person hold her; but she was wondering, what did Yin You dream about that caused her such pain?
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And so, the night passed. When Yin You woke up, she felt a fragrance in her nostrils, and something soft under her palm, and was slightly stunned.
She looked up to see Qin Yu, her eyes closed.
Her own hand was on the other girl's waist, her face pressed against her chest. How should she interpret this situation?
Yin You remained silent for a moment, and then said, "You don't have to pretend to sleep. Either way, I won't feel embarrassed."
Qin Yu opened her eyes, giving a bitter smile, "Are you that thick-skinned? Not embarrassed even in this situation?"
