"They were all being too much; I didn't do anything wrong. Those photos aren't real; I've never shown everything, just a bit sexy."
"But they whisper about me behind my back, saying I'm cheap and making me out to be a prostitute—it sounds so awful, so awful!"
Zhou Yaoyao sobbed non-stop, overwhelmed with grievance.
I held her, listened to her continuous outpouring, gently patting her back, comforting her; after venting for a bit, her emotions stabilized slightly.
"Dr. Chen, don't you also think I'm cheap and promiscuous? That night, we'd only known each other for a few days, and I wanted to try it with you, and then on the rooftop…"
"You must think I'm easy too!"
Suddenly, she lifted her head, tears welling up in her eyes again.
"Not at all!"
I quickly supported her shoulders, earnestly saying, "I've never thought that way; in my eyes, Sister Yaoyao, you are especially wonderful, kind, and beautiful!"
"Really?"
