Chen Wei didn't rush to answer Zhao Xinlian; it wasn't until he had moved closer to her that he spoke, "Guess."
"I..." Seeing Chen Wei turn and walk towards the front door, Zhao Xinlian raised her hand, her fist clenched tight, really wishing she could sneak up behind him and punch him in the back of his head.
"You couldn't be thinking that you've left something behind here and want to come in to get it, could you?" Zhao Xinlian didn't let her thoughts wander to anything worse.
The worst could only be that Chen Wei was overcome with lust and wanted to do what they had done that day.
Agree? How could Zhao Xinlian possibly agree!
That day, she didn't know how she had ended up confusedly rolling into bed with Chen Wei, and she was still regretting it now, having so easily given away her body that she had preserved for over twenty years.
