Leng Xuan was also a man, and a very normal one at that, so everything that followed happened naturally.
After it was all over, Zhao Xiaoqing buried her head in Leng Xuan's broad chest, a smile of contentment at the corners of her mouth, and said, "Dear, now you can't deny our relationship even if you want to, can you?"
Leng Xuan gave a wry smile and touched his nose— he truly didn't know whether what he and Zhao Xiaoqing had done was right or wrong. With a sigh, he finally said, "Alright, I should get going."
"Can't you stay here with me?" Zhao Xiaoqing pouted playfully but still let go, moving away from Leng Xuan's warm chest because she knew Leng Xuan wasn't hers, and of course, she had no right to demand anything of him.
Leng Xuan stood up, got dressed, and cast a somewhat apologetic glance at Zhao Xiaoqing, saying, "Next time I have time, I'll come and keep you company."
