Jiang Yi finally stopped moving, and her breathing began to steady.
Her small hand was still being held by Wen Suihan, and at this moment, she slept soundly to the extreme.
Wen Suihan’s gaze withdrew from her face.
The next moment, he stood up and went straight to the bathroom.
The cold shower pouring over his head couldn’t extinguish the fire in his heart.
That night, Wen Suihan couldn’t sleep peacefully.
The guest room’s bed was very soft, but it felt like he was lying on scorching magma, sharp as thorns.
He sat up from the big bed, his forehead dripping with dense sweat.
The light was on, as bright as day.
He looked bewilderedly at Jiang Yi standing before him.
Jiang Yi seemed different from before; her hair was wet, messily hanging down, divided at her shoulders, part of it lying in front of her and part behind, with droplets of water from the tips falling onto the back of his hand.
Jiang Yi’s eyes were hazy, not resembling those of a real person.
And in the next second, their lips met.
He suddenly sat up from the bed.
Upon opening his eyes, he realized that this…
was all just a dream.
With his head bowed, the confusion of his thoughts made it hard to breathe, beads of sweat on his hair dropping onto the grey and blue sheets.
Then he quickly flung the sheets away and finally got up and rushed to the bathroom.
Early in the morning, Jiang Yi groggily opened her eyes.
She gazed dumbly at the unfamiliar surroundings for a long while, suddenly realizing, holy shit!
This doesn’t seem to be Grandfather’s house.
She scrambled out of the sheets, subconsciously lifting the blanket to look underneath, and was startled once more.
Her clothes were gone, replaced by a large men’s shirt.
The shirt looked expensive, and judging from the size, its owner must be quite tall.
At this thought, Jiang Yi panicked.
The scenes she had seen on the news of girls getting drunk, picked up by others, and violated flashed before her eyes, one after another.
last night,
Thinking this, she grabbed the shirt’s collar and looked inside.
Indeed, it was empty inside, with nothing covering her at all.
She carefully checked her body and found no obvious signs of violation, other than feeling a bit exhausted.
Still uneasy, she thoroughly inspected the entire bed, and found no “plum blossoms” on the sheets, as the rumors would suggest.
Her heart settled down slightly.
But just as she was getting a bit of relief, a knock on the door made her heart jump again.
A middle-aged woman’s voice came from outside: “Miss Jiang, are you awake?”
Jiang Yi stared at the door with trepidation for a moment before replying in a hoarse voice, “I’m, I’m awake.”
With that, the door was pushed open from the outside, and in came a woman in her fifties.
Jiang Yi stared blankly at the strange woman, unable to speak a word.
The woman wasn’t tall, slightly plump, with a light-colored apron tied around her chest; her clothes weren’t expensive-looking but were quite simple and clean.
In the crook of her arm hung the dress Jiang Yi had worn the previous night, and with a smiling face, she said, “Miss Jiang, I’ve washed the clothes you took off last night.
After you get dressed, come out and eat; breakfast is ready.”
Jiang Yi took her dress, and suddenly remembering something, asked, “Auntie, who helped me change my clothes last night?”
The middle-aged woman looked startled, then asked in return, “Wasn’t it you?”
Jiang Yi: “…”