If comparing Jingjing's dreamscape to reality, chastity is like a red river. At this moment, Jia Xiufang's psychological activities must be as follows:
Once you cross the river, you turn red. So, is there any difference if you cross multiple times?
This mentality is known as the broken window theory in psychology. To put it bluntly, there's no difference between being stabbed once or many times. A window absolutely must not break, for once it does, it's a whole new world.
Chen Zilong resignedly made the bed. Yu Minglang looked at the filthy little bed and his future brother-in-law, not in the least bit sleepy.
Rolling his eyes, he dragged Qian over after a few seconds.
"Da Long, would you like to know how your sister, when facing vicious criminals, professionally takes them down?" Tease future brother-in-law +1.
"I do, I do!" The naive deer took the bait, nodding excitedly with a goofy grin.
Qian rolled her eyes, helplessly looking at Yu Minglang.
