"Huabao, what about you?" Lin Xuan asked again.
Su Hua curled her lips. "Me? Just like you, A-Xuan, I came to discuss a partnership. But I didn’t have much of an appetite, and there wasn’t anything on the table that I wanted to eat, so I barely touched my dinner."
Lin Xuan frowned.
Huabao had gone abroad for negotiations—exhausting work—and she wasn’t eating enough? That wouldn’t do.
"Then, Huabao, what do you want to eat? I’ll have Secretary Jiang get it for you," Lin Xuan said.
Su Hua smiled faintly. "What I want to eat… Jiang Qing can’t buy it."
Lin Xuan’s brow furrowed. "Then what is it you want, Huabao?"
Huabao had money—what could possibly be out of her reach?
Unless…
A bold, outrageous thought flashed through Lin Xuan’s mind.
"The thing I want to eat the most…" Su Hua paused, then her red lips curved upward. "…is you, A-Xuan."
To her, A-Xuan was the most delicious thing in the world.
If she could, she’d devour him every second of the day.
"Ahem." Lin Xuan cleared his throat.
Huabao really had a knack for dropping suggestive lines out of nowhere.
But since they weren’t together right now, she could only tease him from afar.
"Huabao," Lin Xuan said seriously, "you won’t be able to have me tonight. You’ll just have to endure it."
Su Hua raised an eyebrow. "But I don’t want to endure it."
Lin Xuan thought to himself,
Like it or not, you’ll have to. Unless you’re planning to drop everything and fly halfway across the world to find me.
They were literally on opposite sides of the globe.
"A-Xuan, there’s actually another way to satisfy my desires," Su Hua murmured, her voice dripping with suggestion.
"What?" Lin Xuan was baffled.
He knew how guys could handle it, but what about girls?
Huabao didn’t seem like the type to use toys…
Su Hua smirked and sat up on the bed.
She slowly undid her outer clothing.
Lin Xuan: "!!!"
Underneath her short skirt, she was wearing a seductive lingerie set—barely covering the essentials, teasingly revealing.
Her flawless figure, without an ounce of excess, was on full display.
She reclined against the black bedsheets, her pale skin contrasting with the dark fabric, her long, straight hair cascading around her like a temptress straight out of a fantasy.
Su Hua could see through the screen that Lin Xuan was staring, his eyes glued to her, barely blinking.
A faint, amused smile played on her lips.
"A-Xuan, staring at me like that… do you like what you see?" Her voice was sultry, the last syllable curling upward.
"Yeah, I like it," Lin Xuan admitted. "Huabao, you look absolutely stunning right now."
Since she wasn’t here in person to act on her teasing, he could afford to be bold with his compliments.
He couldn’t help but marvel again—back then, he’d been completely average in looks, grades, and ability. Meanwhile, Su Hua was wealthy, gorgeous, and had a figure to die for—the goddess in every man’s dreams.
And yet, this goddess had set her sights on him. What kind of insane luck was that?
"If only you were here with me, A-Xuan."
Su Hua wished she could rush to Lin Xuan’s side right this instant.
But she couldn’t reveal her true identity yet—she had to hold back.
Lin Xuan felt a smug satisfaction. It seemed Huabao had been holding back for a while.
Good. This time, I’ve finally got the upper hand.
"Huabao, if you’re feeling restless, just go to sleep. Once you’re asleep, you won’t feel it anymore," Lin Xuan coaxed gently.
"Doesn’t A-Xuan want to help me relieve it?" Su Hua pouted.
"How?" Lin Xuan was genuinely confused.
They weren’t even in the same place—how was this supposed to work?
"Simple. A-Xuan, you just need to keep whispering sweet nothings to me," Su Hua purred.
"Okay." Lin Xuan agreed without hesitation.
Just saying a few words? Easy enough.
The soft moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a serene glow over Su Hua—though the effect was somewhat ruined by her provocative expression and that sinful outfit.
"Huabao, I…"
Lin Xuan racked his brain for romantic lines. Thankfully, he’d read enough novels to have a stockpile of cheesy one-liners ready to go.
As he spoke, he noticed Su Hua’s breathing growing heavier.
"A-Xuan." Her voice was thick with desire.
"Huabao, what’s wrong?" Lin Xuan asked, concerned.
Su Hua traced a finger over her own face.
"A-Xuan, see this? These are my eyes. They only look at you—no other man."
Her slender, delicate fingers drifted to her nose.
"This is my nose… it loves the scent of you."
Then her fingertips brushed her lips.
"And these are my lips." She paused, her smile turning wicked. "They can kiss you… and bring you pleasure."
At that, Lin Xuan’s mind flooded with images of him and Huabao tangled in bed.
Lin Xuan: "…"
Damn it, she’s corrupted me. Now I can’t stop thinking about that stuff.
The rumors painted Su Hua as an ice queen—aloof, untouchable, indifferent to men.
Where the hell is that aloofness now? And since when was she indifferent?
But the fact that she only acted this way for him sent a rush of pride through him.
"A-Xuan, every part of me belongs to you. You can do whatever you want with me." Su Hua’s gaze was smoldering.
Then, her hand drifted lower…
Her cheeks flushed, her voice growing breathier.
Lin Xuan and Su Hua had been together for two years now—they’d tried every position imaginable.
But this was the first time he’d seen Huabao like this…
He couldn’t tear his eyes away.
Half an hour later,
Su Hua finally stilled.
She gazed at the man she adored through the screen, a satisfied smirk curling her lips.
"A-Xuan, do you want me now too?"
Lin Xuan shot her a resentful look.
After all that, how could I not? I’m not made of stone.
"You could always take care of it yourself, A-Xuan. And I’ll… help you."
Su Hua’s lips curved.
"Be good. Do exactly as I say."
……
An hour later,
Lin Xuan collapsed onto the bed, limbs splayed, utterly spent.
Where the hell does Huabao learn all these tricks?
"A-Xuan, you’re satisfied now, but I’m still suffering." Su Hua’s voice was pitiful.
A shadow flickered in her eyes.
Hmph.
Since A-Xuan dared to lie to me about the Golden Dragon Gang, he deserves a little punishment.
And a punishment like this… shouldn’t end so easily.
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