"Meng Xiaojiu, you—"
"I'm going to bed first!"
Meng Qianqian fled back to her room as if escaping, quickly shut the door, leaned against the door panel, her heart thumping wildly.
"So strange, why did I run?"
"It's not like I did anything to him."
Meng Qianqian was confused by her subconscious reaction, even more so by the pounding pulse in her chest.
Even during battle, it never raced like this.
She touched her cheeks again.
So hot.
Her mind involuntarily replayed the events in the hot spring, over and over again, until she pinpointed an even more puzzling detail.
When she'd asked him if he had done anything to her, he surprisingly didn't deny it, and even said he'd restrain himself next time.
So his meaning was—
Meng Qianqian shook her head vigorously, "Stop thinking about it, stop thinking about it!"
-
In the morning, Meng Qianqian was awakened by the crisp chirping of birds.