On his way back, Song Xiaodong's mind was still influenced by Sun Yiyi. Every single one of her sentences, her first glance, her first physical move—each had an immense lethal appeal to men. That Song Xiaodong could resist making any inappropriate moves toward her was an achievement in itself.
The mountain breeze blew gently, bringing with it waves of cool air. Song Xiaodong gradually sobered up, then couldn't help but laugh at himself with some self-derision. Even though his prowess had improved so much, he was still unable to resist a woman like Sun Yiyi. Are men truly helpless against beautiful women?
This time, Song Xiaodong had driven himself here, confident in his ability to drive back, unlike the last time he had met Sun Two, when he didn't have such confidence.
