It's my honor

Su Hua's eyes flashed with a hint of triumph.

This was the perfect opportunity to put into practice all those positions she had just learned from the book.

It was still early in the evening. After dinner, Su Hua and Lin Xuan sat together on the sofa, watching TV.

"Is this The Art of War?" Lin Xuan noticed the book on the sofa and reached to pick it up.

Su Hua's heart leaped into her throat—beneath it lay that book. She couldn’t let Lin Xuan see it.

The moment his fingers brushed the cover, Su Hua tensely grabbed his hand. "A-Xuan..."

Lin Xuan turned to her, puzzled. "Hua Bao, what's wrong?"

Why did her expression look so off?

Unless...

His gaze flicked to the book hidden beneath The Art of War. Was there something Hua Bao didn’t want him to see?

Seizing the moment, Su Hua slid onto Lin Xuan’s lap, looping her arms around his neck. Her eyes smoldered, lips curving into a seductive smile—she looked every bit the enchanting siren.

The sight sent a jolt of foreboding through Lin Xuan.

"It’s getting late. Let’s go back to the room, hmm?" Su Hua’s crimson lips brushed his ear, her breath warm and teasing. "Time for something... fun."

Lin Xuan checked the time.

6:40 PM?

If they started now, this would go on for hours.

"Hua Bao, we just ate. Exercising right after a meal isn’t good for digestion," he protested weakly.

He’d delay this as long as possible.

"Don’t worry," she purred, arching a delicate brow. "I’ll just have a little dessert first. Dessert doesn’t count as exercise. After that, we can move on to the main course."

Dessert?

What dessert?

Confusion flickered in Lin Xuan’s eyes.

Su Hua caught his bewilderment and laughed softly. "A-Xuan," she murmured, tracing a finger from his lips downward. "My dessert is... right here."

Lin Xuan: "!!!"

"I really love this part," she whispered, her smile wicked.

Lin Xuan fell silent.

When it came to being shameless, no woman could outdo Hua Bao.

A saying flashed through his mind: When a woman turns seductive, men don’t stand a chance.

Noticing his reaction, Su Hua pouted playfully. "A-Xuan, carry me to the room, please?"

She still had so many outfits left unused.

She couldn’t wait to try them all.

The way Lin Xuan’s eyes darkened when she danced for him in those clothes—she lived for that look.

"Alright." Lin Xuan had no choice but to sweep her into his arms and carry her to the bedroom.

He intended to set her down on the bed.

"A-Xuan, I want to take a bath first," Su Hua cooed, nestling against him.

"Mm." Lin Xuan placed her on the sofa. "Wait here, Hua Bao."

"Okay." She nodded obediently.

Lin Xuan stepped into the bathroom, testing the water temperature before filling the tub.

Su Hua rested her chin on her hand, watching him intently.

During those two years, Lin Xuan had kept running from her.

The only way she could keep him close was by slipping him a harmless sedative—something her company, Night Rose, had developed—just so he’d stay unconscious beside her.

Back then, the mere idea of him willingly spending time with her had felt like an impossible dream.

She never imagined Lin Xuan would one day dote on her like this—utterly compliant, without fear of him regaining his memories from the island.

Happiness shimmered in Su Hua’s eyes.

This life is perfect.

Once the tub was full, Lin Xuan took Su Hua’s hand and led her into the bathroom.

"Hua Bao, the water’s ready. Go ahead and soak."

He turned to leave, but Su Hua caught his wrist, tilting her head with an innocent yet provocative smile.

"My hands are still weak from those seven days. A-Xuan, help me undress?"

Her eyes glistened, the contrast between her sweet expression and her suggestive words utterly disarming.

This is lethal.

Lin Xuan couldn’t refuse her like this. "Fine," he relented.

Su Hua had just returned from work, dressed in a white blouse and a pencil skirt.

The buttons strained over her full chest, threatening to pop.

Guiding his hands to her collar, she murmured, "A-Xuan, be good. Undo them for me."

Lin Xuan’s fingers trembled as he loosened each button.

The blouse, skirt, and lace undergarments pooled at her feet, revealing her flawless figure—smooth, porcelain skin and alluring curves.

The only blemishes were the countless love marks scattered across her body, vivid against her snow-white skin.

A stark reminder of their recent passion.

"A-Xuan." Su Hua hooked her arms around his neck, rising onto her toes to whisper in his ear, "Do you like my body?"

"Y-yes." Lin Xuan averted his gaze. "Hua Bao is the most beautiful woman in the world. No one compares."

Su Hua laughed softly. "I’m honored you think so."

She already knew he adored her body—his uncontrollable reactions in bed were proof enough.

But she still wanted to hear him say it.

Stepping into the tub, she let the warm water envelop her. The spacious bath could easily fit two.

Su Hua trailed her fingers along her arm, the steam painting her cheeks a delicate pink.

The room was silent except for the gentle ripple of water.

Bubbles frothed around her, amplifying the sensual atmosphere.

Lin Xuan barely dared to look. "Hua Bao, you go ahead. I’ll... step out for a bit."

He needed to cool down.

The way she moved was too much. If he stayed, he wouldn’t be able to hold back.

As he turned to leave, Su Hua suddenly yanked his wrist—

Splash!

Lin Xuan tumbled into the tub.

Before he could react, the stunning woman was already straddling his lap.

"A-Xuan," she purred, her voice dripping with temptation, "let’s bathe together, hmm?"

"Uh, Hua Bao, maybe not—" Lin Xuan stammered. "I can wash later..."

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