She had to help her daughter!
...
In the corridor.
Tang Song was holding Zhang Yan, whose strength was drained due to emotional upheaval, breathing in the faint scent of shampoo from her hair.
At this moment, there was a unique sense of satisfaction that made his heartbeat race faster and faster.
She was very light, her body so thin like a feather that even through her clothes, he could feel the delicacy of her bones.
Her whole body was completely sprawled against him, her burning cheeks pressed against his chest.
Zhang Yan remained motionless, staring blankly, enveloped by the clean and warm aura from his body.
In her mind was nothing but the face that just approached and that humid kiss.
A notion echoed wildly and uncontrollably in her mind.
Tang Song kissed me... Tang Song kissed me...
To her, Tang Song was the first love she secretly cherished for more than a decade, the one who brought warmth and strength on countless lonely nights.
