Facing his gaze, Chen Rong pressed her lips and said despite herself: “I-I haven’t been sullied!”
Wang Hong was taken aback by her remark.
Chen Rong herself was astounded. Her mouth gaped speechlessly, seemingly in disbelief that she spoke such words. She blushed all the way to her neck, hung her head for a long while before stammering: “I-I-I…” She “I” for a length only to find the elegant white figure had already walked away. Looking at his tall figure under the starlight, Chen Rong dazed for a time before hurrying after him.