Yan Bo looked at her under the lights with her face flushed with color, and even though he knew he couldn't have her, he was already mostly satisfied.
To say he hadn't had other thoughts about this person would naturally be a lie.
After all, at twenty, he was at an age brimming with youthful vigor.
But isn't the difference between humans and animals that the former have reason?
His reason couldn't control whether he liked her or not, but it could control the primal urges belonging to the male animal.
"Don't worry, this is a good wolf, he said he will be a good boy and wait for the little white rabbit to come to the door on her own volition."
Yan Bo watched her with a smile, finished speaking, and then popped a dumpling into his mouth.