Lin Qianyan nestled in Pei Yuhang's arms, inhaling his scent—the same reassuring and wonderful scent from his youth. But the flames in her heart only burned hotter.
It was precisely because Brother Pei was so wonderful that her revulsion was so intense, knowing he had been defiled and had his first time stolen by those wicked, evil women.
'It was like a brand-new white garment she couldn't bear to wear, wanting to wait until she came of age to put it on in her most beautiful state.'
'But in the end, that white garment was snatched away by a group of wicked women who tore at it without a care, casually threw it on, and even took turns wearing it...'
'When she finally managed to get it back, the white garment was already filthy and soaked through, filled with scents that weren't her own.'
She secretly comforted herself. 'It's fine, it doesn't matter...'
'As long as I wash it clean, wash away the stains, wash away their scents, it'll be just like new.'
