The person departed far away, but the air still carried a lingering fragrance.
Chen Yi turned his head to the side as Yin Tingxue's flushed little face peeked out. He tightened his belt and teased with a grin, "Ignored you, huh?"
The girl quickly shook her head without hesitation, afraid of being implicated by his antics—she knew all too well what kind of person he was.
Besides, in the forest, what manner of decorum could this even count as?
His actions couldn't be called anything short of crude, nor could they be described as anything but lawless debauchery. Yin Tingxue had always disliked such things, and now her brows furrowed lightly. That peculiar smell wafted into her nose, filling her with disgust, and she said repeatedly, "This isn't right. Too casual."
Chen Yi didn't care much and replied, "She asked for it."
"Then she's wrong," Yin Tingxue paused, then added, "And you're wrong, too."
Chen Yi turned his head and raised an eyebrow to look at her.
