Facing outsiders, this Miss Liu is strong, brave, and emits a faint glow.
Facing herself, she is always so weak.
"Want to come and sit?" Yun Qian stretched lazily.
"Sis, Sister, Qingluo… maybe not." Liu Qingluo was completely out of it, somewhat dazed, she just acted subconsciously, following her own thoughts and rejected Yun Qian's suggestion.
"I said, this is a dream." Yun Qian didn't insist, she slightly tightened the knot of the towel at her chest, then said, "Do you like my husband? I mean... the way a woman likes a man."
This was the first time Yun Qian straightforwardly asked such a question to a woman.
Thus, Liu Qingluo was completely stunned.
Yun Qian wasn't in a hurry; she just quietly watched her.
After a while, Liu Qingluo's mind slowly returned, only this time... some thoughtful murmurs appeared in her mind, this strange sense of vagueness, indeed felt like a dream.
If this is a dream, then... the question Yun Qian asked is the deepest thing hidden in her heart.
