The Real World 3

In another room, Wen Nannan's entire body was flushed red. She buried her face under the covers and slammed her head against the bed.

Her mood went from confused to happy, from happy to very happy, from very happy to completely dumbfounded—and then, belatedly, she began to panic.

Her emotions felt like a parabolic curve, rising and falling like a quadratic function. She, such a sweet and lovely young woman, had nearly had her chastity taken by her Brother Lu in a way that was completely unclear.

Terrified, she bought a train ticket on the spot. Browsing, selecting, paying—done in one go.

The earliest train departed in three hours. It would take her an hour to get to the station. No time to buy any gifts, but she had to pack some clothes. Wen Nannan dragged out her suitcase and started stuffing clothes into it.

Half an hour later, someone knocked on the door.

"Nannan, open the door." It was Lu Huai.