It was the first time I saw someone accused of committing a despicable act with solid evidence, and yet still able to act as if he had every right to be angry. With his yell, suddenly everything that I planned to say was gone from my head.
But he does have a point. It was his own body after all.
If he really had done it, even if he passed out completely the night before, he’d still be able to feel what he did.
That night when Ho Cong drugged me, the next morning when I woke up, I knew exactly what happened to me the night before.
Even if discounting the obvious telltale sign of having lost my virginity.
I looked at Sang Qi, doubtfully, “Then what was that about going back in for another round right the next morning?”