It's Qing Feng, it's dew, it's blushing cheeks, it's none but you. — Anon
The girl, whose face was burning like fire, dashed back to her room as if she had wind-fire wheels on her feet. Leaning against the door with heart palpitations, her heart was violently pounding; Dr. Gao's question earlier kept flashing in her mind.
How could he ask such an outrageously inappropriate question?!
For a time, she didn't know whether to call Dr. Gao cute or cunning, but anyhow, with just an inadvertent question from the man, she would completely lose her footing.
Perhaps in front of Dr. Gao, she had become a kite under his control; once he tugged lightly, it would be an earth-shattering experience for her.
