"Huabao, the sofa here is small, and there’s no bed. There’s not enough space here. Be good, let’s save it for another day," Lin Xuan held Su Hua's mischievous hands as they wandered over him.
"Ah-Xuan, don’t you think the floor is icy cold? Maybe it’ll add a different kind of thrill?" Su Hua’s red lips brushed against Lin Xuan’s ear, her breath carrying a scorching heat.
"And this stage—only I’ve walked across it. It’s very clean, so Ah-Xuan doesn’t need to worry."
Lin Xuan’s heart was thoroughly enticed by Su Hua.
Perhaps it really could be as Huabao said… worth a try.
Lin Xuan stopped making excuses and let Su Hua lead him by the hand to the center of the stage.
Su Hua lay back on the cold floor, her arms looping around Lin Xuan’s neck.
"Good boy, take my clothes off for me, hmm?"
"Alright."
Lin Xuan nodded.
But soon, he frowned.
Huabao’s outfit was a one-piece, tight and form-fitting—how was he supposed to undo it?
Su Hua’s eyes curved with amusement.
"The zipper’s at the back."
She turned over, presenting her back to Lin Xuan, who slowly peeled the garment off her.
Su Hua made no move to turn back, instead pressing herself against him, the thin fabric of his shirt the only barrier between them as she remained sprawled on the floor.
"Ah-Xuan, we can start now~"
The woman’s voice was sultry, her eyes half-lidded and glistening, the faintest flush at their corners making her look like a bewitching little temptress.
Lin Xuan was utterly spellbound.
The dance studio was thick with an intoxicating, intimate atmosphere.
Meanwhile, Jiang Qing sat at her desk outside the CEO’s office, checking her watch.
Twenty minutes had passed, and Young Master Lin and President Su still hadn’t emerged from the dance studio.
President Su had been overworking herself lately, skipping meals until her stomach had started acting up.
Young Master Lin had always been attentive to her health.
But after all this time, he still hadn’t brought her out to eat—likely because Su Hua had distracted him too thoroughly to remember.
A flicker of curiosity rose in Jiang Qing’s heart.
Was that kind of activity really so enjoyable?
She couldn’t help but notice how passionately Young Master Lin and President Su seemed to indulge in it.
Jiang Qing shook her head.
No matter how pleasurable it was, she had no interest in trying it herself.
Another glance at her watch confirmed that President Su and Young Master Lin probably wouldn’t be leaving the office anytime soon.
The food would go cold.
So Jiang Qing stepped into Su Hua’s office, retrieved the lunch boxes, and instructed a subordinate to reheat them.
An hour later, five or six executives gathered outside the CEO’s office, files in hand.
"Secretary Jiang," Manager Chen greeted with a cheerful smile, "Young Master Lin hasn’t left yet, has he?"
"No, he’s still keeping President Su company," Jiang Qing confirmed.
Her expression turned puzzled. "Manager Chen, what’s all this…?"
"Secretary Jiang, here’s the thing—whenever Young Master Lin is around, President Su’s in an excellent mood. She treats us subordinates with extra patience. So I thought it’d be the perfect time to report work while he’s here," Manager Chen explained with a grin.
News of Lin Xuan’s arrival had spread like wildfire through the company.
They’d known early on.
The moment they heard Young Master Lin was here, they’d planned to approach President Su—but out of concern for disturbing their midday break, they’d waited until 2 p.m. to come.
Jiang Qing nodded in sudden realization, "So you're all thinking of using Young Master Lin to get President Su to scold you less."
"Secretary Jiang, how can you call it 'using'?" Manager Chen said with a laugh. "We're just clinging to Young Master Lin's coattails."
The other managers nodded in agreement. "Right, we're clinging to his coattails."
Jiang Qing swept her gaze over the managers.
These people really were here to compete with her for Young Master Lin's favor.
"Don't even think about it," Jiang Qing said coolly. "President Su and Young Master Lin are busy today and won’t have time for you."
"What are they doing?" Manager Chen asked curiously.
Jiang Qing gave him a sidelong glance.
A man and a woman, deeply in love, alone together—what else could they be doing?
Jiang Qing opted for a euphemistic reply. "They're sleeping."
The managers assumed they were just literally sleeping.
In their minds, Su Hua was a reserved woman, unlikely to be passionate about intimate matters, so they didn’t even consider the alternative.
The managers nodded. "In that case, Secretary Jiang, please let us know once President Su wakes up."
Jiang Qing glanced at the files in their hands—none of them were urgent.
"Fine, if I have time, I’ll call you," she replied dismissively.
Of course, she wouldn’t have time all afternoon, at least not until Young Master Lin left.
Hmph.
Dream on if they thought they could steal her spot as the favorite!
"Thank you, Secretary Jiang," the managers said before leaving.
Jiang Qing returned to her desk.
She checked her watch again and couldn’t help but marvel.
President Su and Young Master Lin were truly extraordinary—how could they last this long?
For most men, forty minutes would be impressive.
Young Master Lin was a beast!
Another half hour passed before Su Hua and Lin Xuan finally emerged from the office.
Su Hua was nestled in Lin Xuan’s arms as he carried her out, showing no signs of fatigue.
It had to be said—the tonic Lei Hui gave him worked wonders. Even after two hours, Lin Xuan felt no exhaustion.
Su Hua, however, was visibly worn out.
If Jiang Qing knew what Lin Xuan was thinking, she’d have scoffed internally.
Young Master Lin, you’ve got it all wrong.
Before you arrived, President Su had already practiced two hours of high-intensity dance. Of course she’s tired!
Secretary Jiang stepped forward respectfully. "Young Master Lin, President Su, I’ve arranged for the food to be reheated. It’ll be brought over shortly."
Normally, she would’ve tossed food left out this long, but this was made by Young Master Lin—no way she’d let it go to waste.
Su Hua was drenched in sweat, so Lin Xuan took her to the bathroom to wash up.
The shower was, unsurprisingly, a place ripe for temptation.
Before long, Su Hua couldn’t resist teasing Lin Xuan into losing himself all over again.
Lin Xuan: "???"
Wasn’t Hua Bao exhausted? Why was she suddenly so energetic?
Soon, the little enchantress had him completely distracted.
Under the spray of the shower, the sound of rushing water mingled with the sight of two figures entwined in passion.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
