"It's not the same, she's a woman... and you're just a child. What happened yesterday was me losing control, I apologize to you. It shouldn't have happened, and you should forget about it."
Long Linger stared wide-eyed in shock, how could it be that she was worth less than Feng Ling in his eyes? What did "losing control" mean? What did it mean that she was just a child—it's all nonsense, isn't it? She clearly felt that he was just like her, that both of them were deeply immersed and entwined with each other.
"Fine, let's be honest here. Yesterday when you kissed me, did you feel happy? Do you like Lingling? Do you want a deeper relationship with Lingling? Do you want to possess Lingling's body?" Long Linger, with reddened eyes, stared straight at him, fearless, only seeking the truth. In her world, love had always been a simple matter: either you love or you do not.
