Shen Zhilie's face turned red. "That only proves my purity," he said self-righteously. "I'd rather die than be contaminated or humiliated that way! How many of you guys are as clean as I am?"
"Well, we definitely aren't as clean as you, but you're still a virgin boy," Xieying said, and everyone burst into laughter.
Seeing Shen Zhilie's red face, as well as the group of people laughing so merrily, Ye Qianqian coughed softly and said, "He's not anymore."
The laughter suddenly stopped. Ye Qianqian's face turned a little red. She met the eyes of those around her and felt a little embarrassed.
Because he respected himself, Shen Zhilie had let them laugh at him. Of course, Ye Qianqian knew this about him, but she couldn't bear to see them laugh at him like that.
Despite feeling a little embarrassed, Ye Qianqian felt a kind of evil satisfaction when she noticed their expressions.
Hmph!
