Towards the end, Zhuang Long felt that he was not human. He was like a fighter jet among scumbags.
Zhuang Long's words were confusing, but Ji Yinbing understood what he meant.
She said, "Are you talking about you and Xiao Li?"
Zhuang Long pursed his lips.
He did not admit or deny it. He only asked, "What should I do?"
Ji Yinbing frowned. Without knowing what was going on, Ji Yinbing could not express her opinion. "Do you mind telling me the exact situation?"
Zhuang Long said softly, "If I tell you, you can't tell anyone."
"Sure."
"Yan Nuo is not allowed to know."
"…Okay." Ji Yinbing was almost speechless.
Zhuang Long then said, "That's right. I didn't remember anything about the night we created Qilin. I always thought that Xiao Li and I were drunk and rolled around on the bed voluntarily. But I suddenly remembered something just now and realized that the situation that night might not be what I thought."