Feng Yexuan is genuinely in distress right now.
His head aches fiercely, even more painfully than having drunk ten jars of strong liquor.
He should hate Chu Qianli, yet her smile tonight, the slight curve of her lips, keeps lingering in his mind.
Lingering on and on!
Becoming clearer and clearer.
But the clearer it gets, the more his head hurts!
He doesn't want to think of that woman, but he can't help but to think of her!
"Yexuan, she's filthy, she's been with many men, she's dirtier than anyone, how can you accept her?"
The floating voice, its source unknown, pierces his body from all directions like knives.
"You've touched her, and now you're dirty too! Weren't you supposed to keep yourself pure? You said you would forever preserve your body for the woman in your heart, you've said it!"
Feng Yexuan's fists clench in an instant, and even Fen Ling, standing in the outer room, can easily hear the sound of his knuckles popping.
The woman in his heart...
