"I..."
Shen Yurou opened her mouth, but hesitated, unable to say anything.
"Actually, you know, you don't have to know a person well or be familiar with them to think about them at night."
Zhou Wang chuckled, "On the contrary, it's because you don't know me that I can fit all your perfect fantasies, because the me in your mind is like a clay figurine that can change shapes at will..."
"Why do many people go to the movies even when they have someone? That's exactly the reason!"
Zhou Wang, who had delved deeply into psychology, was considered a semi-master in the field, especially when dealing with women. He saw through them so thoroughly.
With just a few words, Zhou Wang dismantled the psychological defenses Shen Yurou had worked up the courage to construct. She stared blankly at Zhou Wang and whispered:
"You... you are a devil. How can you, how can you..."
