Half a month had passed, and Ji Mingyu had already lost hope. She was sure, even on the slightest thought, that Chu Xuan had been completely ensnared by Su Mengqing.
She only blamed herself for initially harboring a glimmer of hope. She shouldn't have let Chu Xuan walk through the doors of this great chasm.
But it was too late for regrets. Ji Mingyu could only comfort herself with the thought that Chu Xuan's first kiss was with her, which held significant symbolic meaning.
As for Chu Xuan's body, she had kissed, hugged, and touched him as well—the young and adorable version—just missing the final step. It's okay, it's okay, the final victor will definitely be me!
After some self-consolation, Ji Mingyu finally waited for Chu Xuan to emerge.
Then she was extremely displeased to see that Su Mengqing, that green tea, also came out and deliberately taunted her.
