Seeing Nana about to take off his pants, Qian Ran stopped her outright.
Even though he had thoughts of his own, Qian Ran still could not bring himself to take her while she was crying so bitterly.
After all, she had just told him at length about her parents being brutally murdered by the Holy Spirit Cult and even having their souls imprisoned. If he did this now, wouldn't that make him scum? Even if Nana had initiated it, it still wouldn't do.
Qian Ran did have a bit of a bottom line.
If he hadn't touched Nana's sore spot and she had eagerly offered to be intimate with him, Qian Ran certainly wouldn't have refused, but things were completely different now.
Qian Ran cupped Nana's chin and looked into her tear-filled eyes.
Nana's face really couldn't be called a first-rate beauty, but the distinctive flavor about her felt very fresh to Qian Ran. Wheat-colored skin, a tall figure, an athletic build... put those words together, and they made for quite a beauty.
Qian Ran also liked fair-skinned, wealthy beauties, but he had too many of them around him.
Even on the Douluo Continent, the beauties here paid great attention to whitening their skin. Every beauty around her had rosy, fair skin. But the seeds of hatred had been planted in Nana's heart since childhood, and living in darkness, she had no mind to care for her skin.
Instead, this gave Nana a fashionable kind of beauty.
Qian Ran himself was almost sick of fair skin, and he certainly wouldn't like dark skin, so this wheat-colored complexion was just right. Nana was also exceptionally tall. Girls this tall were quite rare.
Of course, with such a beauty kneeling before him, it was impossible for Qian Ran not to take any