Lin Xuan keenly sensed the danger. His large hand cupped the back of the woman’s head as he pressed his lips against hers.
Su Hua’s eyes curved into crescents.
This little bed slave is quite obedient, isn’t he?
She shot Jiang Qing a challenging glance.
Jiang Qing immediately caught Su Hua’s gaze and frowned.
That look just now… Was that a provocation?
Her mind raced—Su Hua’s recent erratic behavior, the rumors about her and Young Master Lin—it all clicked. That look was definitely a taunt aimed at her.
But…
She had never entertained such thoughts about Young Master Lin. In fact, seeing Su Hua and Lin Xuan affectionate with each other was something she welcomed.
If they’re happy, Su Hua will be in a better mood. And if Su Hua’s happy, my life becomes easier.
So no, she wasn’t about to lose her composure over this.
Su Hua had been caught up in a petty rivalry with Jiang Qing, but soon, Lin Xuan’s kiss left her mind hazy, her thoughts scattering. Her hands instinctively clung to his back.
The surroundings were quiet, save for the soft sounds of their lips meeting.
The bodyguards couldn’t help but watch the pair.
Su Hua was breathtakingly beautiful, and Lin Xuan was strikingly handsome. Seeing such an attractive couple locked in an embrace was nothing short of mesmerizing.
“Ahem—!”
One of the bodyguards suddenly erupted into a fit of coughing.
Lin Xuan broke the kiss.
Su Hua’s icy glare shot toward the offender, who immediately clapped a hand over his mouth.
Damn it!
Why now of all times?!
“Hua Bao, maybe we should continue this later… when we’re back in private?” Lin Xuan suggested.
“No, this isn’t enough yet.” Su Hua wasn’t about to let him off so easily. “Little bed slave, you’d better satisfy me properly, hm?”
Her eyes burned with unmistakable hunger.
The onlookers: “……”
What kind of shameless talk is this?!
Lin Xuan sighed but obliged, kissing her again.
Right now, he had to indulge her.
Meanwhile, Jiang Qing quietly slipped away.
Her eyes were swollen from Su Hua’s earlier blows, and she limped her way to the front desk on the first floor.
The receptionist stared in shock. “Miss, your injuries… Should I call the manager to arrange a trip to the hospital?”
“No need.” Jiang Qing waved her off. “It’s nothing serious.”
“Are you sure?” The receptionist eyed her skeptically.
The wounds looked far from minor.
Jiang Qing ignored the concern. “Just give me a few extra room keys.”
The receptionist hesitated. There was something familiar about her voice. “May I ask who you are…?”
Jiang Qing pulled out her employee badge. “I’m Su Hua’s secretary, Jiang Qing.”
The receptionist’s eyes widened. “!!!”
It really is her!
“Secretary Jiang!” she gasped. “What happened to you? Who did this? Should I call the police?”
“I fell.” Jiang Qing brushed it off.
The receptionist frowned.
Fell? With two black eyes like that?
But since Jiang Qing clearly didn’t want to elaborate, she didn’t press further.
“Secretary Jiang, here are all the room keys for Su Hua’s floor.” She handed over three keycards respectfully.
“Thanks.”
Jiang Qing took them and headed back upstairs.
In the hallway, Su Hua and Lin Xuan were still entangled.
But soon, mere kissing wasn’t enough for Su Hua. Her hands wandered to Lin Xuan’s chest, deftly undoing his buttons.
His toned abs came into view.
The bodyguards’ gazes remained fixed on the couple.
Su Hua noticed and turned her head, only to see them suddenly looking anywhere but at her and Lin Xuan.
She frowned.
Even if they weren’t staring now, if things escalated, they’d definitely see everything.
I don’t want anyone else seeing my little bed slave’s body… Not even other men.
“Hua Bao, what’s wrong?” Lin Xuan murmured, sensing her displeasure.
“Let’s find somewhere more private, hm?” Su Hua’s lips brushed against his as she spoke, her voice dripping with temptation. “I want to devour my little bed slave.”
“Miss Su, I’ve already prepared a room for you next door.”
Jiang Qing’s voice cut in at just the right moment.
The door to the adjacent suite was already open.
Having delivered her message, Jiang Qing made a swift exit.
Surprisingly, Su Hua didn’t seem as hostile toward her this time.
“Little bed slave,” Su Hua purred, curling a finger under Lin Xuan’s chin. “Come with me.”
Lin Xuan was exasperated.
This ‘bed slave’ fixation is getting out of hand.
Damn it!
I’m a grown man, not some plaything!
I need to find a way to cure Hua Bao’s condition—fast.
But for now, he had no choice. He let Su Hua lead him by the hand into the suite next door.
With a thud, Su Hua shut the door and pulled Lin Xuan flush against her.
She leaned back against the cold wall, arms looping around his neck, her crimson lips curling into a smirk.
“Good puppy… Do you know what to do now?”
Gulp—
Lin Xuan swallowed hard.
It must be said that Su Hua in the throes of her episode had a unique allure, a seductive charm he had never seen in her usual state.
Noticing Lin Xuan’s hesitation, Su Hua curled her lips.
"My little bed slave seems quite inexperienced."
Good. That meant he hadn’t been through much in the way of bedroom affairs.
Guiding Lin Xuan’s hand to the belt around her slender waist, she murmured, "Good boy, undo it."
Lin Xuan obeyed, loosening the belt before methodically unfastening the buttons down the front of her dress.
The fabric slid from her body, pooling on the floor.
Her flawless figure was now fully exposed.
Lin Xuan’s gaze lingered involuntarily on Su Hua’s form.
Even after seeing her body countless times, he couldn’t help but marvel—Su Hua was truly exquisite.
Catching his expression, a flicker of satisfaction passed through Su Hua’s eyes.
"Do you like what you see, little bed slave?"
Lin Xuan cleared his throat awkwardly, averting his eyes. "I... do."
"Since you like it," Su Hua looped her arms around his neck, rising on her toes to whisper deliberately in his ear, "then enjoy it properly."
With a push, she sent him tumbling onto the bed.
Whenever her episodes struck, Su Hua often took the dominant role.
Soon, the air filled with the sounds of their heated entanglement.
Amid the haze of pleasure, a thought flashed through Lin Xuan’s mind—
Oh no.
His kidneys were about to stage another rebellion.
Outside the hotel room, Jiang Qing slumped to the floor, exhausted. The bodyguards around him collapsed similarly, groaning.
"The boss hits too hard… We need a minute."
"Secretary Jiang," one guard sighed, glancing at the door. "Young Master Lin really is a fire extinguisher—specifically for Su Hua’s flames."
"When she had you by the throat earlier, thank goodness he showed up in time."
[Author’s note:]
No writer’s block today—praise me, praise me, hehe!
Thanks to 15ww51 for the character summons!
And to Mu Chenxi, Yue Haohao the Cool, the Capybara Living for Food, Sugar Chestnut, and other sweethearts for the gifts!
UwU
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
