Ding Yao estimated that Han Yanyan was around twenty-five or twenty-six years old. Although she had experienced something unfortunate before, it was clear that a woman in such a situation could not truly savor the joys of love. Ding Yao himself had never been bound to a particular woman, but he had to admit that those pleasures could be intoxicating and hard to escape from, especially in harsh living conditions, where one could easily become addicted.
He thought of the end of the world, or of a desolate mining planet abandoned by human society. Human beings, if their most basic physiological desires were suppressed for too long without relief, could develop all sorts of abnormalities. Ding Yao understood this all too well.
However, Ding Yao wasn’t generous enough to enlighten little Yan about matters of love and suggest that she seek solace with Qiao Chengyu. All he said was, "Okay, I won't kill him for now."
Little Yan let out a huge sigh of relief. She hugged him and couldn’t help but murmur, "He really looks so good, every gesture, every word, even when he raises his eyebrows, it’s so attractive…"