There was something to be said.
Although Xu Wendong had many female confidants,
none of them had begged him to indulge them like Pingliang Xiangzhi did.
Yes.
His female friends would usually just push him down; calling it a "forceful advance" wouldn't be an exaggeration.
But Pingliang Xiangzhi was exceptionally polite.
However.
As a playboy, Xu Wendong still had principles.
No initiative, no rejection, no responsibility—that was his bottom line.
He wore an awkward expression and gently said, "Thank you, Miss Kaori, for your affection, but we just met and don't really know each other."
Pingliang Xiangzhi, suppressing her inner tension and shyness, glided around from Xu Wendong's back like a soft, slippery spirit snake to his front.
Her face was flushed like a ripe peach, looking tender and enticing, making one's mouth water.
Glistening water droplets were like gems adorning her face as she kneeled atop Xu Wendong, her ample curves submerged and only faintly visible.
