However, reality soon invaded his thoughts –"No fever, Brother Jing? Is your brain damaged, then? Maybe your brain is dead, as Sister Shangguan says."
They were currently at the rooftop of the office building of Jingsheng Enterprise and there was no one else in sight.
Jing Yiran thought of something and started to rip Lu's clothes, roughly.
Startled, Lu tossed her favorite lollipop onto the ground. With clothes clenched tightly in her hands, she stuttered for the first time.
"Brother Jing, are you… you … trying to rape me? I… I will scream! I know that I am good-looking but… but you are not my husband and you can't take off my clothes. We… We are man and woman and I am a grownup. I can't get close to you."
Jing Yiran ignored what she said and ripped off Lu's clothes.
The exposed skin was white and tender, yet there were many scars, both conspicuous and light. Some of them had even faded away.
