Half an hour passed.
The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom, Fu Ying was taking a shower.
Song Guanchao sat on the bed, eyeing the remnants of their recent encounter.
On the bedsheet, there was a smear of bright red, like a blooming red rose.
He was surprised, and taken aback.
Fu Ying, it was her first time.
He had actually sensed it during their intimacy, much like his first time with Liang Jiajia.
After the shower, Fu Ying sat on the edge of the bed, wiping the water droplets off her body with a towel.
Seeing Song Guanchao staring blankly at the bedsheet, she glanced at it and her cheeks flushed slightly.
She had liked Song Guanchao since their university days.
Her family was poor, she had few friends, but plenty of people who bullied her.
There were girls, as well as boys.
Similarly, she had even more suitors.
But she was clear that to change her destiny, studying was her only way out.
