Although Xu Jing didn't have much experience in love, after all, she was a modern soul with extensive knowledge. In her naive youth, encouraged by bad friends, she had seen some of Japan's famous productions. Her face instantly flushed with a layer of red, almost immediately understanding the man's words.
Along with that, the strange actions he took earlier also made sense.
So, he felt something already?
When did it happen? Was it something she provoked?
Xu Jing considered herself someone who had dissected countless corpses, every kind of man and woman was just an ordinary body to her. She had encountered all sorts of bizarre cases, and she had even examined bodies that died in the midst of that act, so she should be familiar with matters between men and women, even numb to it.
She never expected that in the end, she was just someone who theorized without practical experience. When something actually happened to her, she was as helpless as a novice.
