Don't Know What I Feel

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Mei Xing arrived home safely, thanks to Lu Aotian. Closing the door behind her, she seemed to draw on its support for a moment.

Leaning back, she closed her eyes, replaying their evening together. The memory of their kiss lingered, the gentle pressure of his lips against hers was enough to tell of his feelings.

"Ah! The princess returns before midnight," a voice teased, snapping Mei Xing back to reality.

Flushing, Mei Xing moved away from the door, slipping off her heels. "Hi, Chu," she murmured, moving past Yi Chuhua toward her room.

Yi Chuhua was hot on her heels. She was quick to pick up on Mei Xing's dreamy demeanour. Yi Chuhua had not seen her like that before. Not even when Yang Longwen brought her back from the charity.

As Mei Xing took off the jewellery and her dress, changing into more comfy clothes, she found Yi Chuhua had already made herself comfortable on her bed.