"Do all girls really like scumbags?"
She didn't even close her door, so of course Lin Chu wasn't going to have another crisis of conscience.
'One bout of conscience was enough. I gave her a chance, but she didn't take it, choosing instead to follow her own heart and desires.'
And so, a little after three in the morning, their physical communion came to an end. Because the sheets were soiled, they moved to the bed in Lin Chu's room to begin their spiritual one.
Gu Jiayan's brow was furrowed, and tear stains still marked the corners of her eyes. When she heard Lin Chu's question, she looked at him with a heart-wrenching vulnerability, though the blissful afterglow in her expression hadn't yet completely faded.
Talking about this now was a bit of a mood killer.
But she didn't seem to mind, replying with her head still in a bit of a fog, "No. Don't talk about yourself like that. That word has nothing to do with you."
Huh?
Lin Chu was baffled.
