(Author Dashuang's words: The side story of Ling Tian'ao's son, Ling Chuan, begins serialization. Gu Xiaomo's story is already finished! Ling Chuan and An Ziqing! It's a new story with new characters!)
16 years later, China, H City.
"Mmm... Brother Mo... slow down... mmm... Brother Mo..."
"Little vixen! Keep your voice down, Qingqing lives next door; it wouldn't be good if she hears!"
"Brother Mo... you're bad... you're really bad... I want An Ziqing to hear! Let her know her boyfriend is in my arms..."
"..."
Such a soul-stirring dialogue, An Ziqing really doesn't want to admit she heard the whole thing.
Even more, she doesn't want to admit that the Qingqing those scumbags are talking about is actually her.
Hearing was one thing, but she had to be the person involved.
She lay quietly under their bed, truly experiencing the intense movements and soul-stirring cries.
Looking at the body wash in her hand, An Ziqing looked up at the sky.
