"Of course, I meant what I said," Ningning said lightly. "Just come on over, Chen."
Hearing Jiangg Ning's words, Chen Yuan instantly defected. He had been on Yaoyao's side of the bed for less than a minute—not even long enough to get warm—but the temptation of Ningning in an unbelievably seductive maid outfit was so great, it was simply irresistible.
Because Jiangg Ning was very reserved at heart, the two of them hadn't been very intimate yet. Compared to his relationship with Yaoyao, to call their progress 'slow' would be an understatement; they were lagging far, far behind.
He and Jiangg Yao would kiss and cuddle, or even go a bit further, and the two had gradually grown accustomed to this dynamic. But Ningning rarely offered such 'benefits.'
It gave off a vibe of 'passion tempered by propriety.'
And what is rare is all the more precious.
When comparing what one already has to what one has yet to attain, it goes without saying which holds the greater temptation.
