In their private chamber, the sisters shared their secrets.
Ning ngyao’s bold words left Yang Linglong stunned.
"Forget it, your attempt at comfort is just too far-fetched. I know I did wrong, it was my own fault."
Yang Linglong, having wiped away her tears, knew.
Even if she was at fault, she would still support her unconditionally.
Such was the depth of sisterly affection.
"You’re not wrong, and I’m not saying this just to comfort you. Actually, I had already thought this all through before."
Ning ngyao reached out to wipe the tears from Yang Linglong’s face.
"Truthfully, I don’t know how long he can hold out when faced with high-ranking positions and wealth. If he really can’t hold on, I won’t bla him. After all, a man’s career is more important than love, but that doesn’t an I’ll give up on him. If I can’t have him openly, I’ll take him secretly. If I can’t be his wife, I’ll be his lover. After all, I’m not spending his money or borrowing his na. Using it secretly won’t do any harm, what’s the problem!"
"What? You’re thinking about this stuff!"
Ning ngyao’s boldness was sothing Yang Linglong struggled to accept.
After all, she had always been the more outspoken one.
Ning ngyao had always been a gentle and reserved girl since she was young.
Always seeking protection behind her.
Who would have thought that there would co a day when she would say such radical things.
"Of course, I’m not spending his money or after his power. What I want is him as a person, so if I steal a little use, it’s not going to kill . The worst that could happen is getting caught and beaten, but as long as it doesn’t kill , I can keep stealing for life. Love is inherently selfish. If I can’t even sacrifice my reputation, how can I claim to love him?"
Suddenly, Ning ngyao was filled with a heroic air.
Even if he were Prince Zhen Nan, it didn’t matter.
As long as she lived, she would never give up on Lin Fan.
"I’m suddenly so envious of you. You’re so much braver than ."
With encouragent from her dear sister, Yang Linglong’s spirits lifted significantly.
"It’s not about being brave or not. Life is just like that. The most changeable thing over the centuries has been so-called moral standards. What’s wrong with loving soone? What’s wrong if others think I’m bad? As long as he and I are happy together, it’s more important than anything else. To put it bluntly, I have money, so why can’t I support him as a kept man if I want to."
Ning ngyao’s smile carried a tinge of bitterness.
But this was the path she was determined to take.
She might seem frail and delicate.
But her inner strength was unmatched by her peers.
In the midst of conversation, she even got up and took two bottles of white liquor from the shelf.
Back on the bed, she handed one bottle to Yang Linglong.
"For love, cheers!"
"You’re right, I’ll steal him, how about that, cheers!"
Spurred on by her dear girlfriend, Yang Linglong suddenly felt energized.
Since things had already turned out this way, they might as well have a passionate love affair first.
So, the two, caught up in the excitent, began to drink from the bottle.
In a blink of an eye, half a bottle was gone, and they both felt the room spinning around them.
"Hey, you keep saying that... have you guys actually had any ’stories’ happen?"
Ning ngyao, burping from the liquor, nudged Yang Linglong with her shoulder.
She looked at her with a face full of gossip, eager to hear about her bashful dalliances.
"I was so close before... who knew that period would co just in ti. After it ended, he didn’t co back... but don’t talk about , you haven’t been deflowered either."
Yang Linglong, also weak in handling her liquor, gossiped back at Ning ngyao.
It’s only natural to share such private matters, after all.
"Who says I haven’t... I... have already enjoyed it."
Ning ngyao grew bolder in her words, her eyes beginning to blur.
Her speech beca more and more explicit.
"Wow... then is his technique... any good compared to mine... let feel if it’s changed."
A drunk Yang Linglong, with a naughty grin, pounced on her.
The girls, accustod to playful frolics from childhood, turned chaotic in their fun.
Until both their nightgowns were torn off.
Exhausted, the two won collapsed onto the bed.
Overco with the effects of the alcohol, they had no idea that another person would soon enter the room.
"What a strong sll of alcohol!"
Lin Fan, tiptoeing into the room,
was first greeted by the sharp scent of liquor.
By the sliver of moonlight seeping through the gap in the curtains,
he looked at the fair and smooth back lying on the bed, turned away from him.
Still, he couldn’t help but swallow hard.
The nightgown on the floor was evidence that Ning ngyao, before him, was now without a stitch on.
Could it be that she had been drinking to cheer herself up while waiting for him and had gotten herself a little too drunk?
"It’s not the first ti we’ve done this, acting so shy. Let your husband awaken you then," he said.
With a wicked smile, Lin Fan stripped off his clothes and flung them aside.
Then he stealthily walked over to the bed, lifted the covers, and slipped in.
"Were you waiting for ?"
Wearing a bad-boy grin, he whispered into her ear.
A pair of devilish hands reached from behind, groping forward.
That soft body was instantly enveloped by his.
The cool touch was so delicate and smooth.
Slling the faint scent, Lin Fan felt a surge of fiery passion rising within him.
And, at that mont, the warm jade in his arms started to stir.
She slowly turned around and hugged his neck.
"Dear, how I’ve missed you!" she called out softly, with such gentleness.
Especially that breath laced with the scent of alcohol on his face—it was intoxicatingly sweet.
But in that mont, Lin Fan felt as if struck by lightning.
Because the voice was not Ning ngyao’s.
It was Yang Linglong’s.
In an instant, Lin Fan felt the hairs on his body stand on end.
This was clearly Ning ngyao’s bed, yet he was holding Yang Linglong tightly in his arms.
Moreover, she clung to him like an octopus, wrapping around his body.
Her half-drunk murmurs frightened Lin Fan so much that he dared not make any sudden movents.
"Damn it, did I walk right into a trap!" he cursed inwardly.
Without a doubt, Ning ngyao must be lying sowhere close on the other side.
If she were to get up and turn on the light now, everything would be exposed.
This thrilling situation truly made Lin Fan break out in a cold sweat.
What happened next, however, drove him even crazier.
For at that mont, the hand that had been around the waist was suddenly caught in a soft grip.
Those frail, boneless little hands were so smooth.
But now Yang Linglong’s arms were tightly embracing his head.
Without asking, he knew his hand had been caught by Ning ngyao on the other side.
"Damn, I’m really done for this ti!"
Lin Fan cursed silently, not daring to let out even the slightest sound.
Especially since Yang Linglong, who was tightly clinging to him, had already offered up her lips.
In this state of half-sleep, half-drunkenness, her passion erupted like a volcano.
She gave Lin Fan no chance to refuse.
On the other side, Ning ngyao was also groping her way closer.
Although her brain was numb, instinct still led her to follow Lin Fan’s arm in search.
Felling her hand drawing ever closer to himself and Yang Linglong,
if she continued to grope like this, everything would co to light.
"Better to die sooner than later; if I’m to die, so be it!"
With a resigned heart, Lin Fan suddenly flipped over.
He pinned Yang Linglong’s body beneath him as he rolled into the space between the two won.
With his body, he forcibly separated them.
And the two intoxicated won, one to his left and one to his right, clung tightly to his arms.
Like two pythons, they ensnared him thoroughly.
But what might be considered fortunate for any other man,
was a calamity falling from the sky for Lin Fan.
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