Last night, just downstairs, Ling Yun had hugged Zhang Ling and had boldly grabbed her rounded hips below her apartment. He had requested her to wash herself cleanly and wait for him at home.
In preparation for today, Zhang Ling had cleansed herself thoroughly. She had even put on her extremely limited rose perfume. The fragrance of a pure virgin mixed with the perfume challenged his olfactory sensors and his state of mind.
During his two hour visit in her house, Zhang Ling was bewildered that even though Ling Yun was quite glib-tongued, he kept his hands to himself. Zhang Ling intentionally and unintentionally gave Ling Yun a lot of chances, but the daring guy from last night did not lay a single finger on her.
Now that Ling Yun was going to leave, Zhang Ling berated Ling Yun in her heart for playing dumb. She was very reluctant to let him go.