The chat log was utterly empty, not a single word remaining.

Wang Zhuo paused in surprise.

Had they not chatted recently?

Or had Siyuan deleted the history?

Both possibilities were plausible.

Siyuan, despite her youth, was a prodigy in network technology, suggesting she likely prioritized information security, making the habit of casually deleting logs quite reasonable.

Even without the messages, Wang Zhuo didn't dwell on it; the little girl's tricks were cute and naive, so he let it go.

Thinking that tonight it would just be him and this doll-like beauty, Siyuan, alone at home, where they could indulge in all sorts of activities, a searing heat rose in Wang Zhuo's chest.

The morning's events were still fresh in his mind.

Siyuan's actions had been beyond the pale and daring.

Wang Zhuo truly wished to know what wild thoughts occupied that small head of hers.

A girl just beginning to feel love, one who hadn't even held hands or kissed, had sne