Li Yulan's boudoir.
Zhang Xiaofan remembered that night...
For the sake of studying, Li Yulan had specially bought a desk.
Li Yulan brought over a stool, inviting Zhang Xiaofan to sit beside her.
She asked many questions, and Zhang Xiaofan answered each one very seriously.
As the distance between them narrowed, Zhang Xiaofan also smelled the faint scent of Li Yulan's body.
Li Yulan, too, sensed Zhang Xiaofan's intense male pheromones and couldn't help but take a few more glances at him, also reminiscing about that night.
That night, Zhang Xiaofan gave Li Yulan a memory she would never forget.
Perhaps she was captivated by her thoughts, perhaps by the sight of him.
Li Yulan's beautiful eyes stared at Zhang Xiaofan, unblinking.
"Yu Lan, what's wrong?" Zhang Xiaofan asked.
"Nothing much, just want to look at you more." Li Yulan answered.
Looking at Zhang Xiaofan, Li Yulan seemed to fall into a haven of happiness.
So sweet and reluctant to part.
