This night, all living beings had different emotions.
At Binhai University Business School, in the girls' dormitory, room 503.
Zhang Qinyao, who had just taken a shower, was wearing sexy lace pajamas, her smooth long hair draped around her shoulders, and her tender white feet bare. She stood on the balcony, gazing north at the night sky in a trance.
This had been her ongoing habit in the past few days, not merely staring at the night sky, but clasping her hands tightly together, silently praying for Jiang Feng's safety, hoping he would return safely.
If, a week ago, someone had told Zhang Qinyao she would be so concerned for a low-level security guard, she would have thought they were crazy and suggested they see a neurologist.
But now, she was genuinely caught in it.
These past days, she barely ate or slept, every time she closed her eyes, she thought of Jiang Feng heroically saving her in the warehouse, and his undefeatable dominance, slaughtering everything!
She hated herself for not learning more about Jiang Feng earlier, now regretting deeply as the chance to know him better was gone!
"I used to think he wasn't even worthy of kneeling to lick my toes!"
"Now, I dream of kneeling in front of him to lick his toes!"
"Is this heaven's mockery of me?"
Finishing her prayers, Zhang Qinyao smiled self-deprecatingly, her gaze filled with bitterness.
This was her true feeling; Jiang Feng's actions had already completely conquered her, even if she didn't seek any title, she was willing to give everything for Jiang Feng, including her body and soul.
Unfortunately, she knew she would never have the chance.
Glancing at the shirt of Jiang Feng's still hanging by her bedside, Zhang Qinyao sighed quietly, then went to the bed and picked up her phone, dialing Liu Shiyuan's number.
"Hello, Shiyan, are you asleep?"
Through Jiang Feng's incident, her relationship with Liu Shiyuan had actually been much harmonized because both were lonely people: Liu Shiyuan stayed alone in a lonely mansion, while she lived alone in the dorm, a truly lonely heart was easy to draw near.
"Ah, Qinyao, I forgot to call you, to tell you some good news, Brother Jiang and Fei'er have come back!" Liu Shiyuan first blamed herself on the other end, then said joyfully.
"You... what did you say?" Zhang Qinyao was taken aback; she had just been immersed in endless sorrow and regret, and suddenly hearing this, she doubted she heard it right!
"It's true! I'm not lying, Fei'er just went to sleep, or I would let you talk to her." Liu Shiyuan confirmed again.
"Re... really? He... he has really come back?" Zhang Qinyao was so excited that she was incoherent!
In these days, although she kept praying to heaven, she knew the chances of Jiang Feng and Chu Feifei's safe return were very slim. Now, was this a lifeline from heaven, allowing her to see that figure again?
"You mean Brother Jiang? Yes! But Brother Jiang is not home tonight, he went to the hospital to visit Qingcheng's grandfather and likely won't be back tonight." On the other end, Liu Shiyuan actually felt very relieved too, others couldn't sleep, how could she; these days, she could finally sleep peacefully tonight, full of relief.
"Great, it's good they are back!" Zhang Qinyao held back her excitement, smiling. She was genuinely happy from the heart, until tears of joy glistened at the corners of her eyes.
"Yes, Qinyao, you should have a good rest tonight too. After these days, when everyone's mood calms down, come home to dine together, we must celebrate well." Liu Shiyuan extended the invitation to Zhang Qinyao, as Zhang Qinyao's performance during this period made her look at her in a new light, and influenced her.
"Okay." Zhang Qinyao bit her lip tightly, nearly crying over the phone if not for her restraint.
After hanging up the phone, she squatted on the floor, tears welling up, crying her heart out.
After a good while, she ran into the bathroom, patting her tear-streaked face in the mirror, confirming she hadn't become haggard or thin before finally feeling reassured.
She must face Jiang Feng with the best state and most beautiful appearance, only then could she live up to her burning passionate heart!
...
Lijing District.
In Bai Zhiqing's home.
At the moment, Bai Zhiqing's home was completely unlike its usual neat and elegant state.
On the contrary, it was somewhat disorderly, messy and chaotic.
The living room was in a mess, the coffee table piled with various colorful snacks and drinking side dishes, plastic bags scattered all over the floor.
Even more unbelievable, the usually strong-willed and gracefully restrained Bai Zhiqing was actually lying tipsily on the sofa.
One white thigh rested on the back of the sofa, the other lay flat on the sofa, the purple nightgown she wore had rolled up to the edge of her thighs, exposing her two alluring white legs entirely, dazzling under the light.
Her hair was scattered and disheveled, and the neckline of her top was open, revealing a deeply snowy white.
"You naughty rascal, come~ let me toast you another one!"
Bai Zhiqing's cheeks were flushed, her eyes charmingly seductive, mumbling from her little mouth, gesturing towards the empty side of the sofa with the wine bottle in her hand, clinking glasses with the nonexistent person there from afar, then brought it to her lips and took another gulp of red wine.
On the coffee table, there were all kinds of drinks, white wine, red wine, beer... filling up the table, with a few bottles already emptied by her, hence she was so drunk.
In the afternoon, when Jiang Feng returned safely with Chu Feifei, the first person Liu Shiyuan remembered to call was Bai Zhiqing, who, upon hearing the good news, was also extremely excited and relieved.
She felt infinite gratitude to heaven, as it finally did not let her despair again.
Knowing that Jiang Feng wouldn't be able to accompany her, she decided to celebrate by herself.
Now she had drunk enough, laughing and crying with the strength of the liquor, her mind already blurred.
"Happy for you, my beloved little man…"
Bai Zhiqing finally passed out drunk, the wine bottle in her hand fell to the floor, wetting the ground, and she lay dazed on the sofa, not knowing whether the words she said were drunken words or heartfelt.
It was only known that these were words she had always wanted to say but dared not say, only daring to secretly speak when alone.
Soon, her face wet with tears of happiness, she fell asleep in a state of oblivion.
The pink and white allure and fragrance permeated the air, revealing her mesmerizing charm without reservation.