Late night. Room 0418, Faculty Apartments.
Fresh from a shower, Song Yuncheng lay on her side on the sofa, her eyes fixed on Chen Yansen's bedroom door as she replayed the events of the past two or three months in her mind.
"Chen Yansen, are you asleep?" Song Yuncheng suddenly asked.
"I am," Chen Yansen's lazy voice drifted out from under the door.
"I want to know... you've put so much effort into training me. Is it because my abilities have finally met your standards, or is there another reason?" Song Yuncheng said, hesitating.
"It's about half and half," Chen Yansen replied without a second thought.
"Then what's the other half?" A blush immediately spread across Song Yuncheng's fair, pale cheeks.
In the pitch-black living room, her breath caught in her throat, and the surroundings grew even quieter.
"Little girl, don't ask questions you already know the answer to," Chen Yansen said, rolling over with a light, teasing chuckle.
