Lin Xuan was utterly stunned.
Suddenly, he felt something sticky trickling from his nose.
He wiped it with his hand.
Seeing the red on his fingers, Lin Xuan’s face turned crimson.
Lin Xuan, you’re so pathetic!
It’s just this much, and you’re already getting a nosebleed!
“I… I’ll go wash up,” Lin Xuan said, covering his nose as he rushed into the bathroom.
Su Hua’s eyes flickered with a dark glint as she murmured softly, “So, A-Xuan likes my body. How nice…”
Inside the bathroom.
After stopping the nosebleed, Lin Xuan splashed cold water on his face.
Just as he managed to calm down, the image of Su Hua with her clothes half-off involuntarily popped into his mind.
The nosebleed came rushing back.
Lin Xuan: “…”
He stayed in the bathroom for a full fifteen minutes before finally emerging.
Su Hua was sitting on the couch flipping through a magazine.
Lin Xuan had assumed she would apply the ointment herself.
To his surprise, the bottle of ointment was still on the coffee table, untouched. Clearly, she was waiting for him to do it.
Su Hua closed the magazine.
“Come here,” she said in a tone that brooked no argument.
Lin Xuan took a deep breath and shuffled over to stand in front of her.
Su Hua: “Continue applying the ointment.”
“Yes.”
Lin Xuan closed his eyes and tremblingly reached out toward Su Hua.
He didn’t dare look, he didn’t dare look.
She was still wearing clothes, and he was already getting nosebleeds. What would happen if she took them off? Just the thought made him feel another nosebleed coming on.
But… how was he supposed to help her take it off?
He’d heard there was a button on the clothes, but he couldn’t find it.
Lin Xuan fumbled around clumsily.
His hands felt like they were on fire, igniting a trail of heat wherever they touched.
Suddenly, Su Hua grabbed his wrist.
“Never mind, I’ll do it myself,” she said, her voice tinged with suppressed restraint.
If this continued, she wouldn’t be able to resist pinning him down, and she still had an important meeting to attend.
“Oh, okay,” Lin Xuan withdrew his hand.
He felt relieved but also a faint sense of disappointment. The warmth and softness lingered on his fingertips, making them feel strangely hot.
Su Hua had already removed her clothes and was applying the ointment.
It was strange. Other than her neck and arms, which had a few red rashes, this was the only area affected.
Lin Xuan desperately wanted to look but didn’t dare. A battle raged in his mind.
White Angel: “Lin Xuan, you’re a gentleman. Don’t look, don’t listen, don’t speak.”
Yellow Devil: “Screw being a gentleman! There’s no such thing as a gentleman in front of the woman you love. What’s wrong with looking? Not only can you look, but you can also roll in the sheets~ Hehe… By the way, they already did last night, and Lin Xuan was drained dry.”
White Angel: “You… you’re too vulgar!”
Yellow Devil: “If you’re so pure, go read your monk stories. This is a love story, not a ‘let’s just chat under the covers’ kind of thing.”
The White Angel had no retort.
The Yellow Devil punched the White Angel out of the ring.
“Lin Xuan, go for it! You’ve already done the most intimate thing. What’s stopping you now?” the Yellow Devil cheered.
“Just one look won’t hurt, right?”
After psyching himself up, Lin Xuan sneaked a glance.
Su Hua was expressionless, calmly applying the ointment to herself.
It was precisely her composed demeanor that made her even more alluring.
The nosebleed made an unwelcome return.
Lin Xuan: “…” Thankfully, Su Hua didn’t notice this time.
He dashed back to the bathroom once again.
When he came out, Su Hua had already dressed and regained her usual cool and detached demeanor.
The moment Lin Xuan saw her, he was reminded of the scene of her applying the ointment.
He cursed himself inwardly.
Lin Xuan, you’re filled with nothing but dirty thoughts. You’ve fallen!
“A-Xuan, come here,” Su Hua’s voice was slightly hoarse.
Lin Xuan walked over.
Su Hua pulled him toward her, flipped him over, and pinned him down on the couch.
Their bodies pressed together.
Lin Xuan could feel the softness pressing against him, and his mind began to wander again.
What was she planning?
Was she going to drain him again? Last night was so intense. If they did it again today, he wasn’t sure he’d survive…
“A-Xuan,” Su Hua’s slender fingers lifted Lin Xuan’s chin. “Between me and Qin Ruoyao, who has a better figure?”
Lin Xuan: “You, of course it’s you.”
He wasn’t lying.
Su Hua wasn’t just beautiful; her figure was top-notch.
Curvy, long legs, a slender waist, and a perfect silhouette.
Qin Ruoyao looked like a delicate little flower, but her body was flat and unremarkable.
Su Hua’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “You’ve seen Qin Ruoyao’s body?”
!!!
Lin Xuan shook his head frantically, his survival instincts kicking in. “I’ve only seen yours. Other women, I’ve only seen them with clothes on.”
Su Hua: “From the way you speak, it seems like you’re regretting not seeing other women without clothes.”
Lin Xuan: “…”
Su Hua, this calm and composed woman, could actually… be unreasonable.
But this side of her was kind of… cute.
Lin Xuan’s brain went into overdrive as he solemnly raised two fingers. “Su Hua, I’ve already seen yours. No other woman could catch my eye.”
The coldness around Su Hua dissipated.
Clearly, she was satisfied with his answer.
Even though she knew it was just a line, she still savored it.
Su Hua gently bit Lin Xuan’s lip. “Good boy, this is your reward.”
*Knock knock.*
A knock on the door shattered the intimate atmosphere in the room.
Su Hua walked to the bedroom door and opened it, her gaze icy. “What is it?”
So cold.
Jiang Qing, Su Hua’s secretary, rubbed her arms.
The boss’s mood didn’t seem great.
Had Lin Xuan upset her again?
“Um, Boss, you have twenty minutes before the meeting. If we don’t leave soon, we might be late.”
“Got it,” Su Hua said.
As she closed the door, Jiang Qing noticed Lin Xuan standing slightly behind Su Hua. There seemed to be a lipstick mark on the corner of his mouth.
And… Su Hua’s clothes looked a bit disheveled.
Oh my god.
Were they just…
Jiang Qing covered her mouth.
No wonder the boss seemed in a bad mood. Who wouldn’t be upset after being interrupted?
At least she didn’t take it out on her.
Back in the bedroom.
Su Hua straightened her clothes.
Then, she walked over to Lin Xuan.
“Wait for me at home.”
“Remember, don’t even think about running away or going to see Qin Ruoyao. You can’t escape my grasp.”
If he dared to run again…
Hmm…
She’d chain him up for life and make him her bed slave.
“I promise I won’t run!” Lin Xuan raised two fingers in a pledge. Run? He wasn’t that brave!
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