Lin Chuan was taken aback. Yang Zi had made her words so clear; if he still didn't get it, wouldn't that be foolish? So, Lin Chuan hurriedly pushed away Yang Zi's hand and said, "People's behavior is either constrained by morality or by law. We cannot cross the moral line, can we?"
"You're really confused," Yang Zi giggled, "Matters of love between men and women, how can that be crossing the moral line? You're unmarried, and I'm not married; it's reasonable for us to do something together."
Lin Chuan wore a helpless expression.
"Get in the car." Yang Zi giggled.
Lin Chuan reluctantly got into the car. Yang Zi, full of excitement, drove wildly to that apartment located downtown. Last time, she and Lin Chuan had a tryst in that love nest, and to this day, she still cherished that feeling, never forgetting Lin Chuan's size and ruggedness.
The car quickly arrived at the community, and Yang Zi pulled Lin Chuan upstairs and into the room.
