After Song Fengwan returned to her room, she tossed and turned in bed. After a brief phone call with her parents, she received a call from Qiao Xiyan at around 10.30 p.m.
"Cousin." Her voice was a little muffled. "Have you arrived home?"
"Yeah." Qiao Xiyan had just arrived home and hadn't entered the house yet. He was leaning against his car and smoking. "How are you? Are you used to it?"
Song Fengwan bit her lip as she recalled the feeling of Fu Chen sticking close to her.
It made her tense all over again.
The warmth that had fallen on her ear had gone all the way to her heart.
Even her nerves were trembling while she was reminiscing about it.
