And so, every now and then, Su Hua would press her lips to Lin Xuan’s, claiming she was "feeding" him.
Once again, Su Hua transferred a piece of oyster into Lin Xuan’s mouth before pulling away, her cheeks flushed a deep red.
Lin Xuan had already been stirred by Su Hua’s teasing, his desires simmering beneath the surface. Suppressing the heat rising within him, he said in a hoarse voice, "Hua Bao, if you want to feed me, you can just use your hands."
There was no need to use her mouth.
He was afraid he might lose control.
"No can do," Su Hua replied, her crimson lips curving into a smirk. "I’ll need my hands later, so they should rest now. Can’t let them get tired."
Lin Xuan: "..."
Was she implying what he thought she was? Was she?
But judging by the outfit Su Hua was wearing, she must have planned to seduce him from the start.
Damn.
His kidneys were in trouble.
After dinner, as Lin Xuan moved to clear the dishes, Su Hua pulled him down onto the sofa with her.
Thump-thump-thump!
Lin Xuan’s heart pounded wildly.
His mind replayed Su Hua’s earlier words—her hands couldn’t get tired…
Su Hua’s slender, delicate fingers guided his hand to the buttons of her blouse.
"Good boy, undo them, hmm?" Her soft voice carried a bewitching allure.
"Okay." Lin Xuan’s fingers trembled as he unfastened the buttons.
The sight beneath was immediately revealed.
Lin Xuan: !!!
She was wearing that kind of black lingerie underneath?!
Teasingly sheer, barely concealing anything.
Paired with her snow-white skin, it was an intoxicating temptation.
Hell!
If this kept up, he really might get a nosebleed!
Su Hua was thoroughly pleased by his reaction, the amusement in her eyes deepening.
Her soft hands took his again, leading them to the clasp of her skirt. "A-Xuan, keep going, hmm?"
Lin Xuan could only comply, unfastening the skirt’s button before peeling away the black stockings.
Legs, glowing and impossibly long, were unveiled before him.
Lin Xuan chanted mental mantras of restraint, barely keeping his desires in check.
Until—
The skirt and blouse pooled completely on the floor.
Lin Xuan stared at the woman sprawled on the sofa, clad only in provocative lingerie. His feet rooted to the spot, his gaze locked onto Su Hua, unable to look away.
His mind raced with one thought—Where did Hua Bao learn these seductive tricks…?
He couldn’t take it…
The enchantress watched her beloved man’s dazed expression, satisfaction curling in her eyes.
A-Xuan was utterly entranced by her.
Su Hua couldn’t be more grateful for her striking beauty and alluring figure—at least she could use them to please A-Xuan.
The siren stretched on the sofa, looping her arms around Lin Xuan’s neck and pulling him flush against her.
"Do you like me like this, A-Xuan?" Su Hua arched a delicate brow.
"Y-yes," Lin Xuan stammered, swallowing hard.
"Then enjoy me properly," she murmured with a smirk.
As their lips met again, a shadow flickered in Su Hua’s mind—the relentless messages from the "Shāng" organization, wrapping her in unease.
She had originally planned to let A-Xuan rest these days, so that when her performance came, they could indulge in bed for hours.
But… she couldn’t wait anymore.
Only by drowning with A-Xuan in desire, binding his heart and body to hers, could she suppress the gnawing dread.
"A-Xuan, you’re mine…"
"Forever."
"No matter what happens, you’ll never leave me, and I’ll never let you go."
"So be good, A-Xuan. Don’t even think about running away."
"Or I’ll have no choice but to lock you up… forever."
In a haze, Lin Xuan felt Su Hua’s lips brush his ear as she whispered those unsettling words.
Later, the two lay tangled on the bed in the lounge.
Su Hua had fallen asleep in Lin Xuan’s arms, her breathing steady.
Lin Xuan stroked her silky hair, frowning in confusion.
What’s going on?
Why did Hua Bao say those things?
And why does she suddenly think I’d leave her?
He tried to slip out of bed to ask Jiang Qing about Su Hua’s state, but the moment he shifted, Su Hua’s arms tightened around him, clinging possessively.
Resigned, Lin Xuan stayed, soon succumbing to exhaustion himself and sinking into sleep.
Su Hua awoke at some point, her eyes snapping open—sharp, dark, and filled with a violent edge.
Then she registered the warmth enveloping her.
Her gaze traveled upward, landing on Lin Xuan’s handsome face.
Instantly, her expression softened.
A-Xuan is here with me.
Her fingers traced the lines of his brows, eyes, nose, lips…
Every part of A-Xuan was crafted to her liking.
A smile tugged at her lips—
Ding.
Her phone buzzed with a new message. She picked it up, scanned the contents, and her smile froze.
Shāng again.
Her eyes turned stormy.
I won’t let them ruin what A-Xuan and I have.
She inhaled deeply, forcing down the fury, but her gaze on Lin Xuan burned with raw possessiveness.
"A-Xuan, you’re mine."
"Mine…"
Her fingertips lingered on his face as she repeated the words like a mantra.
"President Su."
Jiang Qing hurried into the office, clutching an envelope.
Finding the room empty but Lin Xuan still present, she knew Su Hua must be with him in the lounge.
Normally, Jiang Qing would never dare interrupt their private moments—that was practically asking for death.
But this involved "Shāng," and Su Hua took that name very seriously. Jiang Qing couldn’t delay.
She dialed Su Hua’s number.
"What is it?" Su Hua’s voice was ice.
"President Su, I’ve received an envelope… marked with the character ‘Shāng.’"
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
