Li Lingling felt overwhelming shame after hearing this, but she had to admit that it was true—that deep down, there was still a faint fantasy in her heart.
Li Lingling held onto this thrilling attitude, her clever mind guessing that Chen An might do something with her. Thus, those shameful fantasies in her heart led her to boldly try to become even more dissolute under some bewitched impulse.
Li Lingling didn't know how to defend her own lewd and dissolute behavior, only knowing that if she was going to see Chen An, she would be very willing to engage in such depraved acts.
"No, I didn't, it's not what you think..."
Li Lingling's only covering below her skirt was a thin pair of stockings, the crotch of which was very transparent, wrapping her seductive round buttocks tightly and accentuating an obscene and shameful shape.
The self-respect inside Li Lingling wanted to defend herself, knowing that she did not truly think this way, aware that she wasn't a promiscuous woman.
