After a few minutes, Feng Yun said in a low voice, "Shen Jinyue, I'm 23 years old, while you are only 17. You are not even an adult. I can't take advantage of your naivety."
"Maybe your feelings for me are only temporary. When you meet more people, you might realize that this isn't love."
Hearing his words, Shen Jinyue became angry. She bit his shoulder hard, leaving a deep mark. Feeling the pain, Feng Yun let out a muffled groan but didn't stop her.
Only after venting her anger did she let him go. Seeing the deep reddish mark on his shoulder, she felt a pang of guilt and regret.
"I won't."
Feng Yun waited for her to continue, but didn't let her go.
Not hearing a response, Shen Jinyue repeated, "I said I won't."
"What do you mean by that?" he finally asked.
"I won't like anyone else. I'm young, but I'm not naive. I know what my feelings are." After saying this, Shen Jinyue pushed him slightly and looked straight into his eyes.
