The moonlight was hazy, the candlelight was flickering, the gentle breeze was intoxicating, and the lady was tender.
If Lu Li were anyone else, he would have said yes. He might have thrown himself at her before she said so.
But Lu Li was no such man. As a matter of fact, he despised such a man.
Under the influence of Lu Ling, Lu Li believed that a lady he liked must know how to act and how to love herself. If not, then how could she earn the love from a man? Men liked sluts, but only their bodies, not their souls.
Lu Li thought that Jiang Qiling had changed and had started to treat her as a friend. He even felt his heart aching for her when he saw her sitting on the edge of the cliff alone.
But at this moment, he became angry at her because of her failure and her belittling of herself!