It’s not the feeling of Sydney, but the feeling of Jasmine.


    At this moment, I suddenly remembered a strange question. Will Jasmine hurt? How painful it is?


    "Why…"


    Something stuck in my throat made me unable to say many things, so I could only ask in dry words.


    Xueli was stunned for a while, opened her eyes, and then looked at me with guilt, and there were tears at the corners of her eyes that might be fear or at a loss.


    "I''m sorry, I''m so proud, because my senior is really a good person, so I always want to act cute..."


    “Everyone is responsible for what they have done.”


    "I know...so, you can do whatever you want..."


    Her voice was faintly like a candle in the wind, which was about to go out at any time.


    I didn''t say anything more.


    I was completely disinterested with her bitter face - although this was only part of the reason.


    Anyway, I let go of the force that grabbed her wrist, left her, and turned to the bed next to me.


    "Senior..."


    Because of the slightly intense movements before, her clothes became disorganized, and her naked skin was almost exposed on her chest. After getting up in a daze, Xueli''s first reaction was to sort out her appearance.


    Even now I have to admire her stupid courage.


    Is it because she is too scheming or because she doesn''t care? Anyway, she almost held her delicious body with both hands and prepared to ruin it for me.


    Then I gave up at the critical moment.


    Just as the car was about to turn sharply, the stone on the top of the mountain stepped on the brakes.


    The atmosphere in the room became a little dull, almost completely inversely proportional to the pink romantic atmosphere.


    "sorry."


    This time it was my mouth.


    Anyway, I must apologize for my actions.


    Although I think this is not a man, especially compared to me last year, this is a big regression, but this time it is really different. Because if I do, I will feel a deeper sense of guilt and will almost sentence me to death.


    "Senior, I am..."


    "It''s better to be wary of men."


    I interrupted her and said in an awkward tone.


    From beginning to end, I didn''t look directly at her, nor did I know what her expression was.


    But Sydney''s voice is very light and soft.


    "sorry…"


    "Don''t always be sorry. I prefer being praised and admired more than being apologized."