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  Fu Huai’an softly called her name; Lin Nuan avoided Fu Huai’an’s mischievous lips at her ear to look up at him.

  His breath drew closer, mixed with the scent of minty cigarettes. Lin Nuan instinctively held her breath and turned her head away, exposing her fair neck.

  Their lips brushed against each other but did not kiss.

  Lin Nuan’s eyes turned red—she was so embarrassed she wanted to cry.

  How had she gotten herself into such a position, where she could only let others do whatever they wanted to her?

  “Lin Nuan, it’s not my thing to force women. If you feel mistreated, you can return to the guest room…”


  Fu Huai’an was in more control of his lust compared to a young lady like Lin Nuan. As he spoke, he removed his hand that was still holding the cigarette from behind her, recovering his image as a proper gentleman.

  Lin Nuan loosened her grip on the corner of her shirt, her heart feeling relieved yet disappointed at the same time.

  Since she wanted to give up her body, why must she still feel wronged and act like the kind of woman who would choose suicide over losing their virginity? Lin Nuan felt disdain for herself.

  Fu Huai’an seemed to have let the matter rest. Lin Nuan warned herself that at that point, she should let go of her dignity and take the initiative.

  She couldn’t do anything else, but she had enough courage to kiss Fu Huai’an of her own accord……

  Her small hands clenched into fists, and she turned her head sideways to look into Fu Huai’an’s eyes. With a brave expression, she placed her arms around Fu Huai’an’s neck and gently kissed the corner of his lips.

  Fu Huai’an remained as still as a mountain.

  He wasn’t anxious—he’d always had plenty of patience towards Lin Nuan.

  Lin Nuan thought that Fu Huai’an was keeping his distance from her because of the unwillingness on her face.

  But Lin Nuan was unable to go further…


  Lin Nuan was a conservative woman. At her age, there had been many who wooed her, yet she had never dated anyone.

  In the Lin family, Lin Nuan had a fiancé, but the number of times they’d eaten a meal together in one year could easily be counted with her fingers. Even if they stayed together, it was merely out of obligation for their families.

  Intimacy was something they never had.

  Thus, even if Lin Nuan rehearsed it to perfection inside her heart, she was still helpless when it came to the “actual war” that relied purely on her taking the initiative. Her stiff muscles quickly started to ache.

  “Does kissing count as taking the initiative?” Lin Nuan asked.

  Her sweaty fists tightened. Seeing no reply from Fu Huai’an, she started to think about retreating.

  “Since you love Wen Moshen, why are you choosing to climb into my bed?”


  Upon hearing these words, Lin Nuan raised her eyes…


  Their gazes met; Fu Huai’an’s deep eyes were calm.

  Nothing could be hidden from Fu Huai’an’s gaze. Based on how perceptive he was, when she asked him to break off his engagement to Gu Hanyan, Fu Huai’an must have already known that she loved Wen Moshen.

  After laying it out so clearly, her feelings of being wronged became embarrassment from being exposed, and she said, “Because I can’t watch Wen Moshen’s woman get engaged to you.”


  “Sacrificing yourself for love?” Holding his cigarette in his mouth, Fu Huai’an crossed his long legs. Through the light smoke, he narrowed his eyes… He looked at Lin Nuan’s slender arms wrapped around his neck and felt slightly touched—to think that she could love someone to such an extent…


  Lin Nuan didn’t want to think of that dirty trade as something great. She despised it from the bottom of her heart, believing that there should be no mention of love in the matter because it only stained its meaning.

  “You call that a kiss?

  With the cigarette in his mouth, Fu Huai’an’s words sounded slightly unintelligible.

  Lin Nuan’s face flushed red; she had never kissed anyone before…


  It was as though Fu Huai’an could read minds—he immediately understood Lin Nuan’s thoughts and asked, “First kiss?”


  Lin Nuan’s palms hurt from how hard she was clenching her fists, and she straightened her neck to look at him. She stubbornly refused to admit her loss and looked like a little lady complaining about being bullied by the fake gentleman Fu Huai’an.

  She was the one with the request, so she put away her thorns, but she still unintentionally pricked others.

  “Truly a clean woman!” Fu Huai’an let out a puff of thin smoke and casually extinguished the cigarette. He gently rubbed his thumb that smelled of cigarettes against the corner of Lin Nuan’s lips. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, deep voice sounding especially sexy, as he said, “Let me teach you what it means to kiss.”


  The man’s tall and broad figure leaned over with a burning heat, his strong scent and aura infiltrating Lin Nuan’s heart and making her whole body tremble.