"I was so embarrassed by what happened that day!" Yuting murmured to herself, "I asked my mom and only then did I find out that what boys have in their pants isn't a stick. No wonder Sister Feifei was so anxious to pull me away! I totally lost my face!"
"Mom said that men are creatures who love the new and loathe the old. What if I'm not by your side and you stop liking me?" Yuting said, a bit torn, "We will be separated tomorrow. Tonight is my last chance!"
Ling Feng was somewhat puzzled when he suddenly felt a chill — the blanket had been lifted, and a body full of youthful vigor had burrowed into the covers with him.
Ling Feng's body tensed, and his tightly shut eyes suddenly flew open. He had thought that after speaking her piece, Yuting would leave, but unexpectedly... she had crawled into the blankets!
What this implied was not lost on Ling Feng; he wasn't a fool or a block of wood. He was genuinely taken aback by this clingy young girl.
