Xia Ling watched Long Chen's retreating figure without any hesitation, feeling an immense sense of loss.
But with the sense of loss, Xia Ling realized that her affection for Long Chen hadn't faded in the slightest.
On the contrary, it was much more intense than ever before.
"He doesn't lack feelings for me, if he did, he wouldn't have acted that way just now.
But he didn't covet my body, which shows he really respects me, that he's truly afraid of hurting me.
Yes, that must be it, but do you think that by doing so, I'll give up?
Have you ever thought that after meeting you, where in the world could there be another man that could move my heart?"
Xia Ling clenched her fists tightly.
...
Outside, Long Chen returned home and found that everyone, except for Tang Ying and Jiang Tong who were alchemizing in the basement, including Zhao Churan, had not returned yet.
Long Chen changed his clothes and was about to check the basement when his phone rang; Li Yuechan was calling.
