Chi Huan bit her lower lip at this side.
"Chi Huan, are you asexual... He doesn't mind, does he?"
She suddenly spoke softly, "Do you know what the psychologist had said to me back then?"
Mo Shiqian didn't speak; perhaps he had keenly guessed something already.
"He said if I ever broke up with you, I could try with another man because all my knowledge about sex was given by you... Whenever I recall that scene, I feel that such things are dirty and vile, and inevitably, even our relationship is subconsciously categorised as such. Maybe starting over with someone else would feel different..."
Before she could finish her sentence, the mobile phone had already been abruptly hung up.
It was the first time Mo Shiqian had hung up on her in anger.
He sat in the black Gust, where no lights were on, shrouded in darkness.
The black Gust was parked in the shadows beneath the trees outside a luxurious villa.
