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Jiang Feng's calls were coming in every three minutes, luckily Dong Ya's ringtone was a slow-paced song "Fleeing," the lyrics fitting her current state well.
"Stepping on moonlight, opening the car window, leaving this city, looking for liberation..."
Sung through Sun Yanzhi's delicate, gentle voice, it always managed to strike a chord, partly easing her nerves.
Facing this kind of situation for the first time, probably any girl would be nervous, even the naturally gifted class belle.
Dong Ya was no exception. Before Shen Yuan arrived, she had gone through numerous scenarios in her mind, but none matched what was happening.
Because he didn't like being on the bed.
And it was more painful than she had imagined.
Dong Ya gripped the wall tightly, beads of sweat covering her forehead and body.
What surprised her was that, over time, the pain actually started to subside, turning into an indescribable sensation.