"Heh..." Song Huanyan scoffed with a mocking look at Yun Jianchen, "Slick talker, one day I'll cut off your tongue and see how you'll manage your sweet talk then."
"What's the deal with you and Gong Ziqian?" Yun Jianchen asked, looking at Song Huanyan.
Song Huanyan lay weakly on the bed, having been pleasured with Yun Jianchen's tongue, and now she truly felt drained of all strength.
Yun Jianchen, this bastard, knows too many tricks.
And he dared to deceive himself that he was a virgin?
Only she, naive and trusting, could be so foolish as to believe he was a virgin.
"Actually... it's nothing much, Gong Ziqian was my first love," Song Huanyan said indifferently.
"How did you fall in love?" Yun Jianchen asked.
Song Huanyan fell silent. After a hesitation, she said, "Our story is cliché... A rich girl falls for the school bad boy, gets led astray... In the end, we realized we were from different worlds and went our separate ways."
