Talk about resentment? He was the one who should feel resentful!

Jack hunched his shoulders, his body rigid and unmoving, his face burning hot with embarrassment.

Lily actually wanted to suggest she'd do it herself, but before she could summon the courage to speak up, Jack had already pulled her underwear back in place and started dressing himself.

She couldn't bear to look at him now. She turned her head away, lifting her gaze toward the distant streetlights.

In her ears, she could hear the rustling sounds of Jack fastening his belt. Meanwhile, the underwear he'd just helped her back into felt uncomfortably damp against her skin.

Jack undressed quickly and dressed just as fast, finishing in seconds. When he looked up and saw Lily staring blankly into the distance, a wave of frustration washed over him.

There was no way his desire would subside anytime soon. Suppressing his frustration, he frowned, took a step back, grabbed Lily's hand, and pulled her toward his motorcycle.

Lily snapped back to reality as Jack yanked her forward. Her weak legs stumbled several steps before she barely managed to keep up with him.

When they reached the motorcycle, Jack immediately released her hand as if she carried some contagious disease. The gesture stabbed at Lily's heart, making her frown in a rare moment of quick emotional response.

Jack didn't even look at her. He swung his long leg over the motorcycle and sat down, picking up the helmet and about to put it on when he suddenly realized there was no movement beside him.

He turned, helmet in both hands, to find Lily standing motionless, frowning at him with slightly reddened eyes. Under the harsh white streetlight, she looked utterly forlorn.

Forlorn? After wasting so much of his time without letting him go all the way, leaving him with a fire he'd have to extinguish himself later with porn, he was the one who should feel forlorn!

They stared at each other for several seconds. Jack realized he couldn't win this staring contest—after all, he was the one eager to get home and deal with his unresolved tension. He didn't have time for this standoff.

"What are you standing there for? Get on!" Jack snapped.

"..." Lily felt another stab in her heart, pressing her lips together even more tightly.

Seeing her about to cry, Jack grew more exasperated but also relieved. He was grateful he'd stopped when he discovered she was a virgin. Judging by her current state, if he'd gone through with it, he'd never be able to get rid of her.

That was it! Jack hadn't stopped out of decency but fear. He'd been with a virgin before, and she'd clung to him for months afterward, even attempting suicide several times. It nearly drove him to consider ending his own life.

So call him a coward if you want, but he wouldn't risk that again!

"What's the matter? Weren't you just insisting on going home? Now you're refusing to leave?" His words were harsh and, to Lily, deeply humiliating.

Heat rushed to her face again. She lowered her gaze, clenching her fingers as she turned sideways. With painfully slow, awkward movements, she climbed onto the motorcycle, then deliberately shifted backward to maintain distance between them.

Watching her, Jack felt like a mouthful of black blood was stuck in his throat. He wanted to scold her but couldn't even find the words.

He turned forward, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath before opening them again. As he put on his helmet, he said, "Hold onto me."

"I won't," Lily replied flatly but decisively.

"..." Jack's body tensed, the blood he'd just managed to swallow returning to his throat.

He slowly turned to look at Lily, trying to keep his voice calm as he stated a fact: "When I speed up, if you fall off, it's not my responsibility."

Lily looked at him for a second, said nothing, and turned her attention back to the distant streetlights—blatantly ignoring him.