"I won't die," Xiao Jinxing promised.
His gaze was resolute.
With responsibility comes a deeper understanding of the preciousness of life.
An Ning nodded heavily.
So it felt.
A mutual promise was made.
"Let me help you dress," Xiao Jinxing bent down, approaching An Ning.
An Ning did not refuse.
She calmly enjoyed Xiao Jinxing's service.
Xiao Jinxing's long fingers carefully dressed her...
"Xiao Jinxing..." An Ning suddenly called him softly.
Her voice was gentle, filled with extreme ambiguity.
Xiao Jinxing's fingers noticeably stiffened.
"Before I leave, won't you enjoy some benefits?" An Ning's eyes were as tender as water.
Xiao Jinxing pursed his lips.
His Adam's apple moved, his breath heavy.
"Don't you want it?" An Ning asked, "It won't take too much time..."
"It would take a lot of time," Xiao Jinxing replied, his voice low and hoarse, clearly struggling to restrain himself.
An Ning paused.
"Be good, don't tempt me."
