Nie Rong's expression was sorrowful, and her usually gentle voice carried an undertone of unwillingness: "I can't even touch a corner of your clothes, and just like everyone else, I can't get close to you. But Gu Yan can be intimate with you. Not only do you not push her away, but you let her get close. Why is that? Didn't you say she wasn't important? How can someone who's not important make you so indulgent?"
Nie Rong's words shook Tang Yuxiu to the core.
It seemed he only now realized that his long-held obsession with cleanliness had somehow become less significant since encountering Gu Yan.
No matter how she approached him, he never felt repulsed, instead feeling...
Yes, indulgence.
That was the word.
He even allowed her to come close at will, and maybe in his heart, he secretly anticipated her proximity.
At that moment, it seemed as if he saw things clearly, the thin mist lingering in his heart suddenly dissipating.
