Under the veil of night, stars twinkled faintly.
Because it was already deep autumn, the weather on Qin Island gradually shifted from scorching to cool.
A slight breeze blew, snapping Yang Rou back to a clearer state of mind.
As a mature woman, she fully understood the implications of Chen Yan's question.
To say she had no thoughts about it would undoubtedly be a lie.
Previously, she had not experienced certain pleasantries, but since that day, she would often find herself involuntarily recalling the scenes of that night during the quiet hours.
Thinking about those moments that made her face flush and her heart race.
Thinking about them over and over...
No.
She couldn't continue down this train of thought.
Yang Rou, already somewhat wavering, felt her body react strangely once again at the thought of those scenes.
Thus, she quickly interrupted her thoughts and brought herself back to reason.
