The following morning, Xu Xiaoqing woke up early from her bed and stared at the ceiling with a dazed expression in her eyes.
"Last night... wasn't a dream..."
Her face gradually blushed with shyness. Xu Xiaoqing turned over, rolling around on the bed, her heart anything but calm.
The sensation of last night's kiss seemed to linger on her lips, and those events were vivid in her mind, clearly not a dream – and even if it had been, Xu Xiaoqing couldn't have forgotten it.
Too embarrassed to utter a word, Xu Xiaoqing buried her head in the pillow.
The memories of last night, combined with the previous night's surprise visit, now threatened to short-circuit her brain.
How was she to face Ning Fan from now on?
This was the most troubling question in Xu Xiaoqing's heart; after doing such a thing, she felt she was no longer marriageable!
Was she to simply give herself to Ning Fan and, after her sister married him, become both the young aunt and a lover on the side?
