Chapter 1277
Jane McCain had known the taste of a kiss long ago.
Raised among models, she matured much earlier than her peers; while Zara Jameson was still fretting over entrance exam scores, Jane had already had her first boyfriend at the age of 15.
She hadn’t done anything outlandish, but she had experienced holding hands and kissing early. Since then, when faced with the pursuits and affections of the opposite sex, she naturally exhibited a seasoned attitude of "I’ve seen it all before."
Yet, having witnessed the depravity and decadence within the fashion industry firsthand, coupled with her mother’s occasional advice, Jane remained particularly vigilant.
After her first love, she became increasingly cautious. No matter how she played and partied outside, she could always laugh off a man’s flirtations.
She wasn’t insistent on preserving her virginity, but frequent encounters with men trying to sweet-talk her into bed left her genuinely fed up with such matters over time.
She always felt that these men either fancied her face, her legs, or... her mother’s reputation.
When she went abroad, where no one knew who her mother was, and due to different aesthetic standards, no one paid extra attention just because of her face and long legs. It was in this relatively stable environment that she met her future fiancé.