The next morning, Luo Yan lay on the bed with a vacant look in his eyes.
Yuan Yang was still intact, only he'd spent the entire night pressing down his "gun."
Miss Shi must have truly been starved for affection, unwilling to enter meditative concentration; she also spent the whole night clinging to his embrace, refusing to leave.
She would sometimes cry and shed tears, looking despondent; sometimes she would actively seek kisses, hugging and cuddling as if she were split in spirit.
Luo Yan had no choice but to be tender with her at times, softly comforting her; other times he'd half-heartedly respond to her advances... "Half-heartedly" might be too strong a term, as if the roles of male and female could easily reverse, but it was indeed the case.
Because it seemed Miss Shi had thrown caution to the wind, presenting herself as ready for the plucking, intending to give her all to Luo Yan.
If you dare to take it, I'll dare to give!
