For a long time, he let go, his eyes dazed as if silently urging him on to the next move.
But Xiaofan stopped. It's not that he wasn't romantic, nor did he claim to be a Gentleman. He had desires, but he wouldn't go to Bolan Street to find those kinds of women. If he didn't feel it himself, it wouldn't happen. Of course, Ren Ling's first time was out of his control.
"I have many secrets, but I can't tell you. The Shen Zhifan you see is not the real Shen Zhifan. Even the name is fake." That's all he could say.
"And then?"
"Then, if we keep going, it could lead to death. Sister..."
"No, it won't. Don't worry."
"Pfft." Unconsciously let out a burst of laughter.
That's not what Xiaofan meant, but he didn't know if Feng Feifei misunderstood or if she was joking intentionally. At the very least, her attitude was resolute, so firm that he couldn't refuse, nor did he want to.
"No matter what you do, I don't demand eternal love, I only strive for the present."
