"Bad reputation,"
Zhang Zhi Jun's mind hopelessly muddled by her words,
"She roams around with a couple of men, having an illicit relationship with the boss. Will you like a girl like that?" Li Juan elaborated her question,
"Well," Zhang Zhi Jun hesitated for a moment.
"What if that girl is nearly defiled and consistently chased by death? Will you accept a girl like that?"
Li Juan's sloppy drunk voice had a seductive charm, but somehow he only recognised the air of melancholy in her voice.
Zhang Zhi Jun gazed back at her, unable to answer her questions.
Her flustered face appeared vulnerable and fragile like a withering flower, but her stygian dark eyes held a strange glow,
"You can't." Li Juan replied and laughed bitterly.
She drank another mouthful.
