"Don't..."
"Don't... Bao Shaojin... don't come over..."
The small dorm room echoed with soft, helpless sounds escaping from An Yin's lips.
Clearly, she was trapped in a nightmare.
Shi Qing was a light sleeper, and when she heard murmurs by her ear, she suddenly opened her eyes, finding An Yin not far away, murmuring a man's name.
From An Yin's words, it was not difficult to tell that the man had done something to An Yin that frightened her.
Shi Qing turned her body, removed her oversized black-frame glasses and placed them beside her pillow. Listening to the occasional mutterings from An Yin, a complex emotion swept through Shi Qing's heart.
After all, for An Yin to say such things, it was evident that Mr. Bao had done something quite excessive to her.
Shi Qing picked up her phone for a glance; it was past three in the morning. Her sleep disturbed, she was no longer sleepy.
The next morning.
