Five minutes later.
Two drops of warm, scarlet blood suddenly fell on Lin Liping.
She groggily opened her eyes to find Jiang Xinghai's eyes shut tight, blood dripping from his nostrils.
"Xinghai, your nose is bleeding…" she cried out.
"Oh, it's normal."
Jiang Xinghai gave an awkward smile and wiped away the blood.
Before long, Lin Liping seemed to enter a sort of trance, unable to stop herself from wrapping her arms around Jiang Xinghai's neck. "Xinghai, I… I don't think I can hold back anymore…"
"Maybe we should stop here for today," Jiang Xinghai said, preparing to let go.
"No!"
Lin Liping pressed her hand firmly on top of Jiang Xinghai's. "I… I want to be a real woman. Can you help me?"
"This…"
As Jiang Xinghai hesitated, the faces of two women flashed through his mind: Feng Lulu and Shen Lingxue.
The former was Lin Liping's niece and a friend of his. He couldn't bring himself to make a move on her aunt.
