Lin Jingsheng was a bit dazed. He had been navigating the love arena for years, avoiding good women, only talking about love without actually loving, and was always successful. After understanding his stance, most girls wouldn't invest much in him. Even those who were persistent would eventually give up after trying to win his love. The word "responsibility" had come up often over the past decade, mostly as jokes from perceptive friends.
Chu Lin said the word responsibility.
And Lin Jingsheng was very dazed.
In these ten years, Chu Lin had never been in a relationship.
Not even tried once.
His intimate female friend was Ouyang, just one person.
Does he even know what responsibility means?
"Has your fever gone?"
"Don't avoid my question."
Lin Jingsheng smiled faintly, "I was drunk and made a mistake, what responsibility is there? Besides... I don't actually think anything happened between us. Saying responsibility is too premature."
