They were both so lost in the moment just now that Fu Ying didn't realize the scabs from the cuts on her arm last night had fallen off.
He was now looking down at her hand with a tender expression.
Fu Ying: "You just remembered I have a wound on my wrist?"
Shen Liguang couldn't help but laugh: "Sorry."
Fu Ying bit her lip: "In our anc..."
"..."
"What?"
Fu Ying shook her head: "No, I just meant, premarital sex seems a bit..."
Shen Liguang raised his eyes: "I've seen everything, do you not want to take responsibility?"
Fu Ying: "..."
"No, that's not it either." Fu Ying felt like crying, wondering who was actually at a disadvantage here.
Clearly, it was always him appearing eager, then acting as if he couldn't continue.
Now, it sounded like she was the bad one...
"Will you leave me?"
Fu Ying was taken aback, not expecting the conversation to leap in that direction.
