Jenny was still suspicious.
Luke said defensively, "You were drunk last night. How could I touch you?"
Jenny chuckled. "Bullsh*t! Do you know how many men have tried to get me drunk over the years, so that they could sleep with me? From my classmates in high school to my friends in college, many have tried, but you're the first man to succeed. Yet, you did nothing. And you're saying you're not gay?"
Luke: "…I can prove it."
Jenny, however, stroked his face and slowly rubbed his chest. "It's fine. I'm not biased against gays. In fact, my gay friends are easier to get along with than those little b*tches. Tsk, tsk. Look at these muscles. They would go crazy if they saw you."
Luke said, "Can you go further down?"
Jenny subconsciously did so, only to draw her hand back in shock. "Ah, that's impossible! You're so pretty. You have the skin and temperament of a woman – how can you not be gay…"
