Chapter 65.3 — Black Is a Good Color

　　"You're apologizing because you held my hand? A person like you deserves to be single forever!" How come he was always so decisive and frank toward others, but never to her? She just couldn't understand!

　　Qin Jiran stared at her blankly. When he finally understood what she meant, his expression instantly stiffened.

　　A very cla.s.sic joke suddenly came to his mind, a joke about a boundary and a man is either a beast or worse than a beast1This is based off a short story about a man and a woman who slept in the same bed one night. Although they were mutually in love, they were both chaste. The woman left a note on the pillow: If you cross this line, you're a beast. The man was a gentleman and actually did hold himself back the entire night, not crossing the line. The woman left the next morning with another note: You're worse than a beast. This "you're worse than a beast" means "what kind of man are you?" We can a.s.sume that the woman only left the first note to seem coquettish when in actuality, she was expecting him to copulate with her that night. But he was too much of a gentleman to give in to his desires.. He had a feeling that he was an example of the latter.

　　Coughing, he didn't know whether to laugh or to cry at his own thoughts. What kind of nonsense am I thinking?

　　"What are you thinking about?" she asked curiously after noticing that his expression was strange, as though he had thought of something he shouldn't have. Has he finally been enlightened?

　　The tips of his ears turned red as he struggled to come up with a response. The cla.s.sic joke was better left unsaid.

　　Their topic had jumped straight from the matter of inheritance to their relations.h.i.+p. The difference was pretty big, but neither of them cared.

　　That night, they chatted for a long time before Su Yanyi noticed that Qin Jiran seemed a little tired. Knowing how exhausting his work had been, she told him to rest early and finally ended their pleasant conversation.

　　After returning to her room, she took a shower and washed her hair. She grabbed a towel and started to wipe her hair, but a painful tug by her rough movements suddenly made her think of Qin Jiran and his gentle hands.