Chen Yuanyuan suddenly blushed. She had suddenly recalled what it had been like when she was lying between his legs just now. Though there had only been a few unconscious brushes, that startlingly hard sensation had branded itself deep into her heart. If someone like him did not count as a man, then perhaps no one in the world did.
Seeing Chen Yuanyuan suddenly put on such a bashful expression, Song Qingshu said with a bitter smile, "Madam, if you want to seduce me, pick a better time. You're seriously injured right now. Even if I were tempted, I couldn't do anything."
Hearing his absurd words, Chen Yuanyuan gave a soft spit. "Madam? Do you think I'm that old?" The resentment and melancholy in her tone were truly heartbreaking, yet her coquettish reproach was even stronger, as though she were flirting with her lover.
She clearly noticed her own unusual behavior, and her face grew slightly hot. He clearly did such things to A'ke and me. Why don't I hate him that much deep down? Is it because he risked injury to save me just now?
Chen Yuanyuan pondered for a long while without reaching any conclusion. How could she have known that later generations had a specialized term for this sort of psychology: the "Anchoring Effect"? Simply put, if someone first did a hundred good deeds and then committed one bad deed, people would think him a hypocrite. But if someone first committed a hundred bad deeds and then did one good deed, people would think he was not so bad after all.
In the end, it came down to differing expectations. When someone had done a hundred good deeds, people's expectations of him would unknowingly become very high, so one bad deed would be extremely difficult for them