Qin Jian had walked far away, yet Song Yueqin was still immersed in the visual shock she had just experienced.
"Let's go! What are you dawdling for?" Zhang Juyun had reached the doorstep of the Qin family's home, and seeing her daughter standing around as if she had lost her soul, she went back and gave her a tug.
Song Yueqin suddenly came back to her senses and followed Zhang Juyun with her head lowered, stepping into the courtyard of the Qin family.
In her mind, that scene kept replaying over and over.
Normally, a girl encountering such a situation would blush furiously and quickly look away, then secretly feel her heart race for a long time.
But Song Yueqin was different.
She liked Qin Jian, and this obsession had lingered in her mind for a long time. Every time she could only see but not have, it was a form of torture for her soul.
The more she was tormented, the more she liked it.
And now, Song Yueqin had secretly tasted the forbidden fruit with Qin Fen.