Night time. 8:30 p.m.
Above the sky, clouds covered the stars and moons. It was dark and musky. Yet clatters of lightning brightened occasionally ensued by a thunderclap.
No rain fell.
A lone vehicle was driving on the two-lane road. High beams of lights moved up and down a little. A closer look revealed a sedan class.
Ling Qingyu drove back to the manor, after waiting for Yang Qingyue. The girls who followed her to the auction had taken the first step.
Only half an hour later, Yang Qingyue finished and came back. Ling Qingyu stood alone in a daze, regretting she should have followed.
Even Fan Xi greeted her and returned. Well, for the sake of love, she was very patient. Anyway, Yang Qingyue was doing something important and she understood.
Inside the Bentley, an awkward silence prevailed. Both sides knew each other's inner thoughts. No one was a child. Their deep mind had seen everything clearly.
While Ling Qingyu concentrated on her steering wheel, Yang Qingyue looked outside through the window and leaned on her elbow.
Not long after, the thunderclap shuddered Ling Qingyu's ears. Her body quivered in response.
Her thoughts slowed down. Memories of the accident splashed through her mind one by one. The scenes of the helpless her stuck inside the Bentley, watching the murderer coldly waiting for her death.
Another clap.
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Tires screeched and the loud rumbling of a big engine uttered, followed by a loud bang. Her Bentley being thrown away shattered the picture.
Ling Qingyu gasped, tightening her hands on the wheel. Only a second, she almost lost control. Bit by bit, every picture cascaded before her eyes within a short time frame.
It was a wonder how the brain worked processing the information quickly as if it had bent the time.
In any case, Ling Qingyu breathed in deeply and was puzzledin her mind. She hadn't experienced the accident personally that nearly killed her or it did; but, why would it still dwell on her mind and have the capacity to harm her psychology?
The same weather conditions, thunderclaps and lightning flashes, though without any rain. Driving the same brand of car. Perhaps, matching the factor recalled her nightmare?
She must ask Sister System carefully and check what is going on. If she had experienced the accident in person, she had no complaints.
Was the body's reaction so strong that it was beginning to overwhelm her? Numerous thoughts flew through her mind and Yang Qingyue's voice calmed her down.
"What's the matter?" Yang Qingyue was confused and asked worriedly, seeing Ling Qingyu's trembling figure and her face getting paler by the second. "I'm sure you didn't drink anything that much, surpassing the limit for driving?"
"Nothing's wrong. It's just I recalled something." Ling Qingyu calmed down, breathing in and replied.
"If you can't hold on, let me drive." Yang Qingyue suggested. "You should tell me anything uncomfortable; don't keep everything to yourself."
Ling Qingyu sighed and explained. After hearing the issue, Yang Qingyue raised her brows and sincerely advised. "I think you better get psychological counseling soon. It would be too late if you don't care about it now."
"I know myself. There isn't a problem"
"All those who have problems said the same thing." Yang Qingyue muttered.
'XXX my foot. F**k you! Whether you'll bend over or I will remain unclear. Hmph!' Ling Qingyu's finger almost slipped of the steering wheel.
[Come on] Sister System beckoned with her index finger.
Speaking of bending over, the world she currently resided in, especially in the male stallion world, Ling Qingyu always found many male characters playing flute with their female secretaries or enjoying adult dancing posture.
The world wasn't derived from the novel. Every living being had their own thoughts and plans. Nobody followed others' will.
So, Ling Qingyu was curious whether the secretaries here behaved similarly, working under the men.
In every scene, they would be seen pleasured by the women around. A famous saying came out of this—if there was work, let the secretary work; if there wasn't, do the secretary.
Ling Qingyu remembered her own most beautiful secretary, Zhao Xiurong, dressed in an OL style. Particularly tonight, her eyes indulged in her curvatures.
She even dreamed of pushing Zhao Xiurong over the desk and recalled she had no tools. Now, it appeared she must study the subject thoroughly before answering for the real 'exam'.
In fact, Ling Qingyu understood the current style was completely objectifying women as sex objects. Every time a man saw them, showing off their figures, their first thought was to blame for looking for the opposite gender.
Some might even have the extreme thought that the man must fXXX around his subordinates so that they would only obey him or women should be treated as such.
They had no idea—sometimes a woman just wanted to satisfy themselves, appear more beautiful and gain confidence. Other times, she drew attention to quench her vanity and might not be interested in seeking sex at all.
Of course, if a woman changed her style all of a sudden, the scenario became different.
Yang Qingyue on the sideline was observing Ling Qingyu's behavior from the corner of her eyes.
Seeing Ling Qingyu alter several expressions, sometimes gloomy, sometimes weird, Yang Qingyue's worries increased.
Out of nowhere, she felt another hand on her palm and looked down. It was Ling Qingyu, gently fondling and grasping her hand.
Yang Qingyue asked: "What are you doing?"
"Sister Yang, let me hold you for a while. I feel safer sensing your touch." Ling Qingyu said tremblingly. "I need your warmth right now. As soon as my skin touch yours, the murky darkness inside disappear."
Hearing Ling Qingyu's words, Yang Qingyue snorted. Given Ling Qingyu's past, if not for feeling her thumb always grazing over Yang Qingyue's hand, she might have believed her smooth talk and helpless quivering acting.
Please stop, fiddling before you speak. Yang Qingyue rolled her eyes.
Ling Qingy's courage rose as she saw Yang Qingyue didn't resist. Her behavior during the auction already told Ling Qingyu the answer but sometimes people must test out before making a decision.
Tonight, she must take Yang Qingyue down. Holding her palm gently, with one hand over the steering wheel, Ling Qingyu hummed a youthful romantic song she heard recently and swayed as she drove along under Yang Qingyue's helpless eyes.
A/N: Apology! Today's energy drained out and 1 Chapter. The author bows several times.
BTW, should I setup a discord group for you, readers? I'm unconfident to do so after seeing so many without any reactions, except for a very few.
In Qidian, people called them zombie readers @v@
LOL! I also feel lonely even if there is some data. Unless I saw comments or gifts that I regained confidence.
Let me know your thoughts.
(Oh! Do you want any XXX scenes?) [O| v |O]