Secret Marriage: Reborn as A Beautiful Model Student

“Ah…”

Li Qingcang opened his eyes at once. He reached down and felt it was all wet.

Li Qingcang closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Then he opened his eyes again and looked at the sky outside the window.

The sky was overcast. It was almost dawn.

He quickly got up and tucked Ye Tianxin into the blanket. Then, he went downstairs and tidied himself up.

He was a quick learner and had had physical health courses before.

Therefore, he naturally knew what had happened last night and what did that mean.

For the first time in his life, he had a nocturnal emission.

Even though he did not see the face of the woman in his dream, he still felt humiliated. How could he have such an embarrassing dream while hugging Ye Tianxin, sleeping?

Li Qingcang took a cold shower.

He opened the bookstore door and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

The rice and clear water had a wonderful chemical reaction in the casserole.

Then he decided to do some punching in the cool morning air.

He was bare-chested, throwing punch after punch, and each punch had strong momentum.

He had to get rid of distracting thoughts caused by this dream.

Not long after Li Qingcang woke up, Ye Tianxin woke up as well. She didn’t immediately get out of bed. Instead, she remained to lie on the bed, inhaling the smell of books, which made her feel at ease.

A tear rolled down her cheek.

She wondered if she had lived too comfortably after her rebirth.

So Jin had suddenly appeared in her dream and reminded her of the feud between her and Lu Qingxin and Gu Yancheng.

The dream last night was too sudden and strange.

The words that Gu Yancheng and Lu Qingxin had said in her dream sent ripples in her heart.

Gu Yancheng said that Jin was not his child.

Then whose child was Jin?

She could not remember anything about that night. She only remembered that when she woke up, everyone said that she had slept with Gu Yancheng.

Lu Qingxin backed out selflessly and helped Gu Yancheng and her.

Ye Tianxin covered her face with her hands. Why would she have such a dream? Why were these things coming back to haunt her?

If Jin was not Gu Yancheng’s child, why did Gu Yancheng never tell her?

If it wasn’t Gu Yancheng who had sex with her that night, then why did she and Gu Yancheng wake up in the same bed?

Why would others find out about the matter between her and Gu Yancheng?

Jin…

Jin…

My Jin…

Her eyes were glistening with tears, and they trickled down her face.

Ye Tianxin went down the attic and found a pen. Then she lowered her head and seriously drew Jin’s face on a piece of paper.

Slowly, line after line, Jin’s face was displayed on the paper.

It was the small face treasured in Ye Tianxin’s heart, which was innocent and pure.

Yet, there was a faint sense of familiarity in Jin’s facial features.

Ye Tianxin carefully looked at Jin’s face.

‘Jin, my dear child… Do you blame me?’ Ye Tianxin wondered. ‘I’m sorry, my dear Jin. It was my fault that I didn’t protect you well.’

When she thought of Jin, Ye Tianxin’s tears, fell onto the piece of paper in front of her.

Her heart hurt so much that she could not breathe. She was regretful.

Ye Tianxin squatted in the middle of the bookstore alone and placed the paper on her chest.

“Tianxin.”

As Li Qingcang pushed the door open, he saw Ye Tianxin’s trembling shoulders.