"I'm sorry I rejected you, I was scared. People have laughed at me before and mocked me. Sex makes me ... uncomfortable." Meng Yao explained as he looked closed his eyes, trying to spare his eyes from any potential burning. He wondered if honesty would help Xue Yang connect to him. He wanted things to feel real, like flesh out characters with backstories he could understand.

"My mother was a whore. I grew up in a brothel. People aren't... aren't nice. I thought you were mocking my reaction for being too much. Like... Like I was being a whore." He was projecting, he knew it, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't turn that part of his brain off. "I'm not a whore."