Ye Zheng's rationality slowly returned, and he clearly felt how enticing the softness in his arms was. Before things got out of hand, he moved her to sit on the other side and said with a deep gaze, "Now you should understand, you react to men, so you're not sick, you're perfectly normal."
"Perhaps your upbringing made you think you're not quite normal, but this can be corrected. From now on, don't feel inferior—"
"..."
Phoenix couldn't describe what she was feeling inside, shifting between Heaven and Hell, both happy and unhappy.
Complex, more complex than ever before.
Because it was too complex, she chose to ignore it, simply regarding the passionate kiss from earlier as just lips touching lips, tongue touching tongue, just exchanging saliva, nothing more, really nothing more.
She kept telling herself in her mind.
