"Chuchu, you've lost weight."
As Jiang Ning's words fell, the atmosphere in the bedroom froze.
Jiang Ning's palm rested on Chuchu's cool, smooth thigh. Through the thin skirt, he even gave it a light stroke.
Xue Chuchu's body trembled weakly, and the moisture in her eyes nearly spilled over.
She had never imagined Jiang Ning would treat her this way. You could know a person's face but not their heart—he had actually taken advantage of Tongtong's absence to treat her like this.
And under such an excuse, in such a manner.
Heh, testing whether she had lost weight? That was far too frivolous...
Was he worthy of Tongtong's trust? Was he worthy of... her?
Xue Chuchu felt utterly lost. In her heart, Jiang Ning had been like the big brother next door—bright, handsome, dependable. But now he...
She had thought she and Jiang Ning would become good friends who respected each other. Who would have thought he would actually...
At that moment, Xue Chuchu felt profound disappointment in the world.
Xue Chuchu immediately wanted to get up, rush out the door, and escape Jiang Ning's Devil's Claws.
But Jiang Ning's palm seemed to contain some strange magic, sending faint currents through her. Her legs went weak, her body trembled, and she could not summon even a trace of strength.
Xue Chuchu sat there blankly, her mind hazy.
The girl in the plain white dress had a flushed, delicate face. Her limpid eyes held a misty, dazed look, so beautiful that one could not resist stealing a kiss.
Only then did Jiang Ning slowly withdraw his hand.
He noticed that Chuchu was not in the right state. It seemed his unintentional action had greatly agitated her.
After thinking for a few seconds, Jiang Ning gave a soft cough, bringing Xue Chuchu