Atlas Studios

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  Fu Huai’an’s lips were burning hot. They forcefully opened her lips, which was a typical trait of his.

  Today’s Fu Huai’an was different.

  Lin Nuan could clearly feel it.

  His kiss was stronger and deeper than usual, and it had almost taken away all the air from her lungs at the same time he cracked open her lips—it was so intense she nearly suffocated.

  She tightly grasped his shirt with one hand, the other still grasping his wrist. Her heart nearly leaped out from her chest.

  An elevator that only recognized fingerprints.

  Fu Huai’an clearly had plans when he brought her there.

  But despite knowing that, Lin Nuan had no energy left to resist.

  She concentrated all her energy to control her legs, which she had no idea where to place. Between her knees was his compact, muscular waist with literally no fat. She leaned back with her slender, fair legs dangling in mid-air. She couldn’t let it rest near his waist or relax them either since that would make their private parts come even closer together.

  In the silent apartment, the only sound was their lips pressing together. The hormones in the air were so steamy it was at the point of explosion.

  Lin Nuan’s dangling legs began to shake as they got sour. Fu Huai’an’s large hands suddenly moved to her knees as she pulled her towards him.

  Lin Nuan was shaken, and she began to lose her balance. Instinctively, she closed her legs tightly only to meet his compact waist. Her skirt fell all the way back to her thigh, which made her clearly sense the change in his body at the same time. The shame in her emotions reached a peak.

  She turned her head to free her lips and gasped for air as her whole body shook uncontrollably with goosebumps all over it. She pushed him away again and pretended to act composed. “The food is going to get cold.”


  She thought she found a passable excuse. If she said something else, who knew what he would say, with his dirty thoughts, that would make her even more abashed.

  She tried to shift behind, but Fu Huai’an gripped her knees tightly without loosening. He tried to pull her even closer. Her heart pounded like a drum.

  It was different from the resistance that day. His deep gaze fixed on her cheeks, which were flushed from her visible desire.

  She turned her head, revealing the elegant curves of her fair and delicate neck. The curves were inviting, together with her deep-seated collarbones. Her chest heaved up and down rapidly.

  Looking at Lin Nuan appearing so shy yet unwilling to surrender at the same time, Fu Huai’an felt all his blood rush downwards.

  She clearly felt the change in his body. Her body was stiff as she didn’t dare move. She bit her lips, and her ears flushed red.

  His finger lingered over her cherry lips. He moved his thin lips near the tip of her ear, the heat from his breath setting off shocks of electricity in her body—that was her most vulnerable spot.

  Tiny drops of sweat began to form on her forehead. She clutched her hands, her whole body turning pink. In her sight was Fu Huai’an’s compact, tight buttocks, and her breath was full of the intoxicating scent of the mature man.

  Her body was both afraid and full of anticipation.

  He gulped before saying unhurriedly, “The food… isn’t as close to delicious as you are.”


  The heat and his inviting words entered her ears. She almost couldn’t contain herself anymore, and she let out a gentle yelp.

  Fu Huai’an lowered his voice considerably—the deep, magnetic tone sounding oddly similar to the intoxicating siren, giving her ears and head goosebumps.