Yan Molun pondered over the question seriously before answering slowly, "I guess I couldn't help it."
Couldn't help it… couldn't help it…
These three words carried so much weight. Jiang Duoyao hung her head low in defeat, her face feeling as though it was about to explode.
Yan Molun looked at her. "If everything between a man and a woman happened according to sequence without variation, then they would lose some passion and fervor."
Passion… passion…
Jiang Duoyao was beginning to think about other things. She bit her lips hard. She couldn't let her thoughts run wild again.
She stayed silent and stared at the ground obediently as she walked.
"You're not supposed to look at the ground when you walk; look up." Yan Molun sighed softly and pulled her hand so that she was closer to him.