Jingjing's chest was so large that Zhao Rong couldn't help but reach out for it. Just as his hands were about to make contact, he suddenly snapped back to reality. He wanted to slap himself. He was being driven purely by lust, with no self-control whatsoever.
Zhao Rong sighed to himself. If Jingjing saw this lecherous look on my face, she'd definitely refuse my treatment.
But as he turned to head back downstairs, Jingjing suddenly looked at him and said, "Little guard, since you've shown such sincerity, you can come to my room."
Hearing this, Zhao Rong froze. He stared at Jingjing, speechless for a moment before saying, "Jingjing, I almost grabbed your chest just now. Are you sure you still want to invite me into your room?"
