Zheng Manxi stood by the elevator doors, holding a cake and lost in a daze. She had not yet recovered from the atmosphere inside the car. The two of them had already done so many things in there—she had offered physical comfort to that bad student, and in return, the bad student had given her warmth of the soul.
In a sense, this was perhaps a union of both soul and flesh.
Thinking of what had happened in the car, a blush inevitably crept onto her cheeks. A gentle chill in the breeze, however, sobered her up quite a bit.
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