Song Zijin shivered involuntarily. Something unpleasant churned in his stomach.
Sheng Xinglian thought he was overcome with passion for her. In truth, she didn't mind getting more intimate with him at all.
After all, she had been married in her past life; she wasn't some truly innocent eighteen-year-old girl. But Zijin never made any overly aggressive moves.
To maintain her own value, Sheng Xinglian couldn't be too obvious in her seductions.
She only flirted with Song Zijin occasionally, giving him a little taste. But every time, she was the one who couldn't hold back, while Zijin refused to taste the forbidden fruit.
"Zijin, let's just have a simple bite today. We still have some time before our afternoon classes~ Hee hee~"
How could Song Zijin not understand her implication? Especially with that cloyingly sweet, honey-like giggle that seemed to melt his very bones.
