"Splash——"
The sound of the toilet flushing was particularly clear in the quiet restroom.
Liu Qingning stepped out of the stall and stood at the sink, turning on the faucet.
Washing her hands meticulously, she looked at herself in the mirror, cheeks flushed.
She bowed her head slightly, gently combing her sideburns with wet fingertips.
Her heartbeat finally began to slow down.
Yet again, she couldn't help but glance at her chest.
As if lingering there was the warm touch of Tang Song's fingers.
Though through clothes, the indescribable tingling and itch were distinctly clear and captivating.
Like it's imprinted on the nerve endings, impossible to erase.
She isn't like Tang Song, a playboy with other girlfriends taking turns in Yan City.
Far away in Shen City, she's had limited contact with Tang Song since they started dating.
Their relationship had just transitioned from friendship to romance, reminiscent of a delicate and fragile high school era.
