Su Mingyue still maintained some clarity in her mind, so when Lin Zhen's hand slid down her lower abdomen, she stopped him.
"Lin Zhen... don't...."
"Yue'er, don't you want to give yourself to me?"
Su Mingyue shook her head slightly, her eyes filled with love: "It's not that Yue'er doesn't want to give herself to you, but it's not fair to Sister An Ning."
Lin Zhen's heart cooled down a bit. He wanted Yue'er, but he also wanted An Ning. He knew that An Ning must feel the same way, even though she was giving him and Yue'er a chance.
He nodded somewhat gloomily: "Alright, I'll wait until you both marry me."
Su Mingyue's jade arms wrapped around Lin Zhen's neck: "You're so kind."
"What's so kind about it? I'm not feeling good at all."
Lin Zhen bent his waist uncomfortably, his pants almost bursting.
Su Mingyue lowered her head, her face turning red like she was about to burst into flames: "What should we do then?"
Lin Zhen's eyes rolled: "I can teach you about that."