Inside the girls' dormitory, Yue Lingjing lay on her bed, her face half-covered by the blanket.
At this moment, having confirmed that the man in the image sent by her senior sister bore a resemblance to Cheng Zhu, not just in appearance but also in spirit, she couldn't help but bury her entire face into the blanket.
Once she realized this, once her thoughts ventured in that direction, everything immediately started to feel different.
Yue Lingjing's usually docile and tranquil face was now flushed red, and she curled up on the bed, clamping her legs together tightly.
She hastily covered up her phone, refusing to look at the picture any longer.
Yet the image seemed to be branded into her mind, impossible to dispel!
How should she describe this feeling?
Hu Yan was like a doujinshi artist, and not just any artist but one at the top of their game.
The picture she drew was bursting with sexual tension.