Chen An had been in the throes of excitement, his hand tightening around his own substantial size under his shirt, which had been subtly moving. Seeing Wang Ping's message, Chen An felt deflated amidst the agitation—Wang Ping really was a letdown.
Cooling down somewhat, Chen An honestly withdrew his hand from his crotch. Just moments before, his mood was high, but it was Wang Ping's words that abruptly killed it.
But what Wang Ping said was true—if her husband found out about such a dangerous game, it would be hard to settle the matter.
"Fine then, I'll wait for your message, but you better not trick me. You promised you could persuade Li Lingling to join us for a threesome; you better make it happen.
If you can't deliver, I'm not planning on doing it with you anymore. Think it through—if you lose me, you can't just go find another man. With your husband looking the way he does, you'll just be left frustrated to death."
