Song Xiaodong knew that Song Xiaoru wanted to avoid facing him now, but it seemed like a good method indeed. Even if he could make a sound argument to Song Xiaoru now, deep down, he still felt somewhat daunted by the prospect of facing her.
After Song Xiaoru went out, Song Xiaodong lay on the bed without moving. His mind replayed everything that had just happened, trying to sort out a clear thread of thought.
The situation didn't seem complicated. The two of them had nearly gotten involved in an intimate act in their daze. It didn't seem fair to blame either party; it was just that under those special circumstances, both stimulated the desires lurking within, and then that thing happened.
Furthermore, fortunately, at the very last moment, the line had not been crossed which was a blessing in disguise. Otherwise, Song Xiaodong really wouldn't know how to face Song Xiaoru. Most importantly, at that time, Song Xiaoru would have likely been in great pain.
