Although Zhou Mo only said half of the sentence, it was like the prelude to the sounding of a charge. She silently agreed to his proposition.
Han Chen didn't waste any time either. He pressed his lips against hers, entangling and tearing.
In the midst of it all, Zhou Mo finally said the rest of the sentence, "... I can let you be my first man."
Han Chen froze, stunned, as he stared at her face.
After a moment, he took a step back, walked off the bed, and closed the bedroom door on his way out.
Zhou Mo couldn't understand what was happening. She made such a big decision, discarding even basic principles of courtesy, integrity, and shame, and even going against her parents' teachings. She felt like she wouldn't do something so shameless in her life again, just to commemorate an immature and fruitless love.
Yet, Han Chen simply left like that.
What did he mean by this?
From outside the room, Han Chen's voice came, "Put on your clothes."