Especially since it was her first time, she must have invested a considerable amount of emotion in it!
And he, too, felt that although Jian Anning could now agree to his countless conditions, agree to sleep with him, agree to all sorts of things at night, but—because his pursuit had been too hard and Situ Xuan had come out of nowhere, almost shaking her resolve.
Even now, her agreement to be with him was only because he had used a bit of force, taking her at the hot spring. Otherwise, with her personality, it would still be unknown how long their affair could have dragged on!
So what if she’s nice to him now! Come to think of it, she still hasn’t treated him as well as she did her "ex-boyfriend"! Even if she were as nice to him now as she had been to her "ex-boyfriend," who was he? He, Yu Zexiao, how could he compare to some unknown man in her heart?
He couldn’t afford to think about this chaos, for the moment he did, his heart felt like it was being roasted over fire. The former him had always been confident, never bothering to consider such trifling "competition for affection." But now, as a top superstar of the entertainment industry, he actually had to compete with a nobody for a place in his own woman’s heart—it was an insult!
But unfortunately, deep down he knew—why did he meet her too late? By the time he encountered her, she had already had experiences, had already had a man. No matter how resentful or pained he felt, he couldn’t avoid this fact!
This society is just unfair to men and women. Just like how Jian Anning thought he might have had girlfriends before, all she could do was feel secretly upset and strive to be the best she could.
But for men, especially for men from Huaxia Country, the purity of their woman is an absolutely major issue!
The pettiness of men is sometimes stronger than that of women, particularly the male’s intense sense of territorial and mating possession, coupled with his fastidiousness and chauvinism, naturally made him feel even less able to accept!
Even Yu Zexiao himself did not realize how much his dependency on her had deepened, as had his fondness. Whether it was her serious working demeanor, her compliance and softness when she let him do as he pleased, her alluring charm in sexy lingerie at night, or when she had come to comfort him during a family crisis—those things made him like her not only physically but also added a strong psychological demand and resonance to his feelings.
He didn’t realize this was another form of love, not like the sudden dizziness of being hit on the head by a bird flying in the sky like a cold or a fever, but instead, it had deepened day by day, bit by bit through their time together, seeping into his bones and blood.
He also didn’t know how to face her—subconsciously, he didn’t want to look at her face, as if, upon seeing her, the intense joy would be accompanied by an even more intense sourness, making him terribly uncomfortable. This was far more profound than his previous simple desire to be intimate with her every day.
The meeting ended, and everyone else stood up and left, yet he was the only one still sitting there.