Miao Qingqing had always been troubled by her actions from two years ago, always feeling that she shouldn't have been capable of doing such things. Even now, knowing that she had been involved with Song Xiaodong and had also fallen for him, she still couldn't bring herself to be so bold.
But that memory was so vivid that she could remember every detail clearly; otherwise, she would have thought she was dreaming, dreaming a romantic dream.
Regardless, her resistance to Song Xiaodong's advances was growing weaker. Not only was it weak, but she also enjoyed the feeling. Just like now, she felt extremely comfortable being touched by Song Xiaodong and didn't want him to stop, didn't want him to take his hands away.
"Dongzi, aren't you done yet? If Sister Xiaoru comes up and sees this, it would be so awkward," Miao Qingqing said, as she was a very rational person, but she still reminded Song Xiaodong, albeit reluctantly.
