Su Zhinian shook his head slightly, trying to remove such unsavory thoughts from his mind. He leaned against the cushions on the sofa with his eyes closed. Then, he started counting numbers, attempting to use that clear his mind. However, for some reason, his train of thought went from Arabic numbers to Her legs open wide in invitation.
Her legs open wide in invitation…
The phrase was like a cursed mantra, repeating itself in his mind throughout the afternoon. There was one instance when he even signed "Her legs open wide in invitation" instead of "Su Zhinian".
Su Zhinian felt like he had been infected by Song Qingchun because those perverted thoughts started to crowd his mind as well, but instead of an unknown woman, the female lead in his imagination was all Song Qingchun.