Wen Wenyao’s expression dimmed as she shifted her gaze towards the window.
It was happening again…
These thoughts were returning…
Ever since Song Nanqiao had left, Wen Wenyao’s heart seemed to house a little demon. Occasionally, it would creep up and tell her to find Song Nanqiao and bind her.
In the days when Song Nanqiao was absent, this was what Wen Wenyao thought about the most.
But now that Song Nanqiao was back, Wen Wenyao’s condition hadn’t improved. Instead, it had worsened. She didn’t want to leave Song Nanqiao’s side for even a moment. She wanted to hide Song Nanqiao away, protect her, and keep her a secret from others.
“You’re my treasure…” Wen Wenyao bent down and kissed Song Nanqiao’s forehead.
She then straightened up.
Wen Wenyao looked at Song Nanqiao on the bed, and slowly, the girl’s cheeks began to blush. Her expression appeared somewhat dazed. Wen Wenyao seemed to be thinking of something and couldn’t resist grabbing her clothes.
It had been so long since she had been physically close to Song Nanqiao. Their intimate moments had been years ago. Now, with Song Nanqiao asleep, they couldn’t engage in any intimacy, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t be close.
After some contemplation, Wen Wenyao finally made up her mind. She removed her clothes. After all, they were girlfriends; it shouldn’t be a problem.
As Wen Wenyao undressed, she revealed her flawless body, and her exquisite figure. Her fair, smooth, and delicate skin was exposed to the air.
Anyone who saw this scene would hold their breath, unable to look directly at the woman before them.
“I’m sorry… I just missed you so much, don’t blame me.”
Wen Wenyao bit her lip, lifted the blanket, and gently lay down beside Song Nanqiao.
Song Nanqiao was wearing only a thin nightgown, and when Wen Wenyao turned over to embrace her, the two were in almost direct physical contact.
Wen Wenyao nestled in Song Nanqiao’s arms, feeling her lover’s body warmth.
This feeling…
She hadn’t experienced it in years…
Over the years, she hadn’t been this intimate with anyone.
Wen Wenyao blushed and buried her face in Song Nanqiao’s embrace. She remembered that when she was little, Song Nanqiao used to hold her like this when they slept.
“I missed you so much…”
“From now on, you can’t wander off.”
“No one can hurt you.”
“Every night, I want you to hold me as you sleep.”
Wen Wenyao whispered in Song Nanqiao’s ear, even though Song Nanqiao couldn’t hear her now. But it didn’t matter; she would tell her tomorrow.
Late at night, Wen Wenyao, holding Song Nanqiao, was overcome by drowsiness. She gazed at Song Nanqiao’s delicate face with sweetness and affection, slowly drifting into a deep sleep.
With Song Nanqiao by her side, even her dreams were sweet.
Early in the morning, Song Nanqiao gradually opened her eyes under the stimulation of sunlight.
Ah… She remembered. She had helped that girl with a drink last night, and due to her health, she had fallen asleep.
This wasn’t her room, Song Nanqiao suddenly woke up and reached out to lift the blanket, accidentally touching another woman in the bed.
The touch on her palm was incredibly soft…
Song Nanqiao turned abruptly, looking at the woman lying next to her in amazement.
Fair and tender skin was exposed to the sunlight, and dark hair was scattered on the pillow, with a small portion of it covering the girl’s collarbone.
A perfect face, coupled with delicate red lips, this familiar and stunning face kept assaulting Song Nanqiao’s mind.
Wen Wenyao???
In an instant, these three words popped into Song Nanqiao’s mind.
She couldn’t be sure. It had been too long since she had seen Wen Wenyao. Over the years, her memory of that girl’s face had faded.
Song Nanqiao had always been calm and wouldn’t act recklessly.
She approached the person beside her, wanting to observe more closely. However, just as she got closer, the girl opened her captivating eyes. Just like in high school, her eyes were beautiful and pure, with an inexplicable innocence.
It was unmistakably her.
Song Nanqiao: It seems like it really is her…
“Darling, good morning…”
Wen Wenyao sweetly smiled, propped herself up, hooked her arms around Song Nanqiao’s neck, and nestled closely in her embrace. In Song Nanqiao’s bewildered expression, she kissed her lips.
The sweet kiss carried a faint scent of the girl, making Song Nanqiao’s head feel dizzy.
As soon as she met Wen Wenyao’s gaze, Song Nanqiao felt like she was locked in a stare-down with Medusa, unable to move.
As Wen Wenyao approached Song Nanqiao, her beauty became increasingly magnified.
With a face so strikingly beautiful, Wen Wenyao truly lived up to her name…
Regardless of the past or the present, this face was exceptionally beautiful. This face had been continuously challenging Song Nanqiao’s aesthetic limits…
“You… are so beautiful.”
Wen Wenyao’s expression dimmed as she shifted her gaze towards the window.
It was happening again…
These thoughts were returning…
Ever since Song Nanqiao had left, Wen Wenyao’s heart seemed to house a little demon. Occasionally, it would creep up and tell her to find Song Nanqiao and bind her.
In the days when Song Nanqiao was absent, this was what Wen Wenyao thought about the most.
But now that Song Nanqiao was back, Wen Wenyao’s condition hadn’t improved. Instead, it had worsened. She didn’t want to leave Song Nanqiao’s side for even a moment. She wanted to hide Song Nanqiao away, protect her, and keep her a secret from others.
“You’re my treasure…” Wen Wenyao bent down and kissed Song Nanqiao’s forehead.
She then straightened up.
Wen Wenyao looked at Song Nanqiao on the bed, and slowly, the girl’s cheeks began to blush. Her expression appeared somewhat dazed. Wen Wenyao seemed to be thinking of something and couldn’t resist grabbing her clothes.
It had been so long since she had been physically close to Song Nanqiao. Their intimate moments had been years ago. Now, with Song Nanqiao asleep, they couldn’t engage in any intimacy, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t be close.
After some contemplation, Wen Wenyao finally made up her mind. She removed her clothes. After all, they were girlfriends; it shouldn’t be a problem.
As Wen Wenyao undressed, she revealed her flawless body, and her exquisite figure. Her fair, smooth, and delicate skin was exposed to the air.
Anyone who saw this scene would hold their breath, unable to look directly at the woman before them.
“I’m sorry… I just missed you so much, don’t blame me.”
Wen Wenyao bit her lip, lifted the blanket, and gently lay down beside Song Nanqiao.
Song Nanqiao was wearing only a thin nightgown, and when Wen Wenyao turned over to embrace her, the two were in almost direct physical contact.
Wen Wenyao nestled in Song Nanqiao’s arms, feeling her lover’s body warmth.
This feeling…
She hadn’t experienced it in years…
Over the years, she hadn’t been this intimate with anyone.
Wen Wenyao blushed and buried her face in Song Nanqiao’s embrace. She remembered that when she was little, Song Nanqiao used to hold her like this when they slept.
“I missed you so much…”
“From now on, you can’t wander off.”
“No one can hurt you.”
“Every night, I want you to hold me as you sleep.”
Wen Wenyao whispered in Song Nanqiao’s ear, even though Song Nanqiao couldn’t hear her now. But it didn’t matter; she would tell her tomorrow.
Late at night, Wen Wenyao, holding Song Nanqiao, was overcome by drowsiness. She gazed at Song Nanqiao’s delicate face with sweetness and affection, slowly drifting into a deep sleep.
With Song Nanqiao by her side, even her dreams were sweet.
Early in the morning, Song Nanqiao gradually opened her eyes under the stimulation of sunlight.
Ah… She remembered. She had helped that girl with a drink last night, and due to her health, she had fallen asleep.
This wasn’t her room, Song Nanqiao suddenly woke up and reached out to lift the blanket, accidentally touching another woman in the bed.
The touch on her palm was incredibly soft…
Song Nanqiao turned abruptly, looking at the woman lying next to her in amazement.
Fair and tender skin was exposed to the sunlight, and dark hair was scattered on the pillow, with a small portion of it covering the girl’s collarbone.
A perfect face, coupled with delicate red lips, this familiar and stunning face kept assaulting Song Nanqiao’s mind.
Wen Wenyao???
In an instant, these three words popped into Song Nanqiao’s mind.
She couldn’t be sure. It had been too long since she had seen Wen Wenyao. Over the years, her memory of that girl’s face had faded.
Song Nanqiao had always been calm and wouldn’t act recklessly.
She approached the person beside her, wanting to observe more closely. However, just as she got closer, the girl opened her captivating eyes. Just like in high school, her eyes were beautiful and pure, with an inexplicable innocence.
It was unmistakably her.
Song Nanqiao: It seems like it really is her…
“Darling, good morning…”
Wen Wenyao sweetly smiled, propped herself up, hooked her arms around Song Nanqiao’s neck, and nestled closely in her embrace. In Song Nanqiao’s bewildered expression, she kissed her lips.
The sweet kiss carried a faint scent of the girl, making Song Nanqiao’s head feel dizzy.
As soon as she met Wen Wenyao’s gaze, Song Nanqiao felt like she was locked in a stare-down with Medusa, unable to move.
As Wen Wenyao approached Song Nanqiao, her beauty became increasingly magnified.
With a face so strikingly beautiful, Wen Wenyao truly lived up to her name…
Regardless of the past or the present, this face was exceptionally beautiful. This face had been continuously challenging Song Nanqiao’s aesthetic limits…
“You… are so beautiful.”
