At this moment, Leng Feifei was so inebriated she could hardly think straight, her cheeks flushed red and her sensuous red lips ceaselessly approaching Ling Chen's face. Her pale, delicate hands danced wildly over his body, attempting to strip off his clothes.
As he observed the flames of desire in Leng Feifei's eyes, Ling Chen endured the seduction, mentally crying out in distress.
Should he continue to maintain his honorable virgin status, or seize this chance to enforce justice on the spot with Leng Feifei? He was indecisive.
As a man, of course, he'd lean towards the latter. Lust was taking over; who could resist it? If he felt nothing, he wouldn't be considered a man at all.
Yet, he didn't want to take advantage of the situation in such a manner. After all, the relationship between him and Leng Feifei hadn't progressed to that stage—they were merely friends. Deep down, he was quite a traditional man.