Chapter 589 A Utter Defeat The sunlight streamed through the blinds in the living room, casting a faint shadow at Shen Qingling's feet. The aroma of the flower tea brewed by Luo Shuning still lingered in the air, yet she felt restless all over.
She sank into the soft sofa, her back ramrod straight, her hands clasped together on her knees, her fingertips unconsciously pinching each other—it was already her third deep breath, but the restlessness in her chest hadn't subsided at all; instead, it was being stirred even more intensely by the lingering sensation in her mind.
How could it be... how could it feel like that?
And...so...so enormous...
Shen Qingling's cheeks burned uncontrollably again, and even the tips of her ears felt hot.
She had lived for eighteen years and had never even held a boy's hand. This morning's unexpected intimate contact was like a bombshell dropped into her peaceful world.
That warm body temperature, those strong arms, and... that presence that made her freeze in place—the more she thought about it, the more unbelievable it seemed, and she couldn't help but wail inwardly.
If that were really the case, wouldn't people die?
He shook his head, trying to shake off those embarrassing thoughts, and his gaze fell on the empty teacup on the coffee table.
Thinking of Luo Shuning's composed and gentle demeanor, and the vibrant energy that Gu Ximan couldn't hide in her eyes, their radiant complexions clearly showed that they had been "nourished" very well.
Shen Qingling bit her lower lip, feeling both bitter and resentful.
She began to review the game she had just played: Luo Shuning, with the air of an empress, proceeded step by step, while Gu Ximan, with the "wild and cunning words" of an experienced woman, launched a precise attack. Her loss was due to her being an inexperienced young woman who couldn't even think of a rebuttal and could only stubbornly maintain her pride, ultimately ending up fleeing in disarray.
"no."
Shen Qingling muttered to herself, her fists clenching quietly, a hint of stubbornness flashing in her peach blossom eyes.
We must find a chance to get rid of Gu Luo and regain our dignity, otherwise we will have completely lost face.
The girl's reverie was interrupted by the soft sound of her teacup being emptied. She picked up the teapot and poured herself a second cup of tea, the porcelain cup pressed against her palm, slightly reducing the heat.
She had only drunk half of her tea when she subconsciously reached for her phone.
Forty minutes have passed since I escaped from the bedroom, and it remains quiet without a sound.
An absurd thought suddenly popped into Shen Qingling's head, and her expression froze instantly.
She put down her teacup and walked very quietly, like a wary kitten, towards the bedroom.
When she reached the door, she hesitated for two seconds before gently pressing her ear against it.
The next second, the sound entered my ears.
Is it really necessary?
Is it really that serious?
Shen Qingling closed her eyes tightly, almost laughing out loud in anger, her fingers gripping the doorknob.
They won't even let this little bit of time go by?
Do you even consider yourself?
A mixture of embarrassment, annoyance, and curiosity welled up inside Shen Qingling. With a sudden burst of strength, she pushed the door open, intending to give them a fright.
But after just one glance, she froze as if petrified, her breath caught in her throat, and she even forgot to blink.
Her face flushed bright red, even more embarrassed than when she was in Gu Luo's arms. Almost instinctively, she slammed the door shut, her back hitting the door hard, her chest heaving violently.
After a full three minutes, Shen Qingling dragged her unsteady steps back to the living room and plopped back down on the sofa.
She stared at the sandwich cookies on the coffee table for a long time, then picked one up expressionlessly, tore open the wrapper, and stuffed it into her mouth.
The cookies were sweet and creamy, but she couldn't taste any flavor at all. She just chewed them mechanically, her eyes vacant.
That last incident seems to have made me lose even more face than before.
After finishing another cookie, Shen Qingling finally came to her senses, still holding a sandwich cookie in her hand.
...... ......
...... ......
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
