The desire within him was nearly consuming him.
Just as Ding Mengxiang's hand was about to venture further,
Ye Xiao'e stopped him.
"County Magistrate Ding, I came here today to ask for a promise. Such promises have been made to me by leaders before. How can you expect me to trust you?"
Ye Xiao'e's words put Ding Mengxiang in a difficult position.
Indeed, empty promises were a bit too intangible.
He asked, "Xiao'e, what do you want? I'll buy it for you."
After thinking for a moment, Ye Xiao'e said, "I'm not lacking money, but love. If County Magistrate Ding really cherishes me, then please invite me to dinner tomorrow night as a sort of ritual. After dinner, I promise to give myself to you without reservation. For today though, I'm not in the mood."
With that said,
if Ding Mengxiang still seemed too eager, it would seem a bit inappropriate.
There's an old saying, haste doesn't bring success.
A good dish needs to be cooked slowly.
