utterly captivating. Her skin, flushed from a good night's sleep, glowed with a healthy rosy hue, like a perfectly ripe fruit. Yet, this beautiful little face expressed such innocence, youthfulness,...Lin Meng's hand was held by him, passing through the luxurious gates of Jade Brocade Restaurant, and through the dazzling hall.

The hall manager respectfully stepped forward and addressed him, "Young Rong --"

He just nodded, pulled her along, and continued walking forward.

Passing through the grand hall, I stepped onto the elevator. The numbers on the elevator flickered incessantly until they reached their limit and stopped. The elevator doors opened to reveal a luxurious red carpet, followed by a hallway that stretched as far as the eye could see.

His hands were dry, compared to hers, which were slick with sweat. Her body was hot with nervous energy, but her small hand was icy cold, as if she had just taken it out of a bowl of ice water. She didn't dare look at him, but from the touch of their hands and his calm stride, she could guess that he was much calmer than she was. Perhaps, in his eyes, what was about to happen was as ordinary as having dinner.

In the car, he only kissed her, pressed his lips to hers, completely motionless, as if wanting to feel the touch of her lips. There was no penetration at all. Then he pulled away, letting her go. He relaxed, leaned back lazily, closing his eyes to rest. It seemed that for him, her charm had only reached the point of tasting. If that were truly the case, it should be good. But she was a little frightened. His indifference towards her made her uneasy. What about her father's business...

When she was lost in thought, the door opened and then closed.

She followed him into the room, still dazed and not realizing she had already entered. But he roughly pushed her against the door. The door was hard, and it hurt her immediately. She frowned, but he pressed down, his tall figure like a heavy beast, pinning her down. His lips, slightly cold yet carrying a hint of fiery breath, suddenly pressed against hers. Unlike before, where he had kept her motionless, this time he was fierce. His rough tongue ravaged her upper and lower lips, causing her to tremble slightly under his wild attack.

He bit her lips, sucking on them ever so gently, as if they were the finest peaches. His big hand, without a shred of politeness, reached up and gripped her waist, kneading it roughly, as if he wanted to crush her!

The drastic change in his passion left her dazed and unable to react! What was going on Wasn't he just walking beside her a moment ago Now, he was pinning her down, kissing her with such fiery intensity!

His tongue was like a wandering dragon, gently pressing against her lip seam. He barely exerted any force, yet effortlessly broke through her resistance, slipping into her small mouth. After a cursory sweep across that sweet expanse, he targeted her little pink tongue and began to tease it relentlessly.

His hands were no longer dry, burning hot as if they were on fire. They were frantically rubbing against her back, one hand gripping her slender neck like a lotus root, the other moving along her delicate spine, inch by inch, heading towards her waist. She felt a little disgusted and instinctively swayed her willow-like waist to dodge, but this only caused him to groan in frustration and bite down on her tongue fiercely. His long, muscular legs then powerfully squeezed between her trembling thighs, pinning her hard against the door panel.

He pressed down on her wantonly, looking as if he intended to violate her!

She was taken aback, instinctively struggling even more. Suddenly, something hard pressed against her waist, causing her discomfort. She reached out to push it away, but the moment her hand touched it, her body flushed hot. No…it wasn't what she thought it was. It was a man’s…that…

She cried out in alarm, caught off guard by his fierce kiss. What escaped her lips was not a cry of protest, but a soft, throaty moan: "Mmm—"

It's like she's being coquettish, yet also playing hard to get!

She blushed crimson, her whole body turning red. Her legs grew weaker and weaker, almost unable to support her own weight. He reached out with a large hand, easily gripping her hip and squeezing it firmly. He pressed her against the doorframe with force, not allowing her to escape!

His scorching body heat seemed to be unbearable even through his clothes! His overwhelming desire surged over her like a tidal wave! Her legs were pulled apart, and she felt as if she would be torn apart by this beastly man in the next moment! A certain string in her heart snapped. Then, she couldn't help but struggle!

She... she doesn't want to! What happens next, she's afraid of! She's so scared, she doesn't want to, she wants to run away, she wants to beg him to let her go, to spare her....

Her struggle, to someone so tall and always interested in sports, seemed pitifully weak. But her repeated struggles only accelerated the friction between their bodies, driving him even more excited.

He wanted this girl, there was no denying it. His desire reflected that fact faithfully, and his heart clearly told him the same thing. The restraint in the car was twofold: one, he didn't want to scare her; two, he was used to savoring good things slowly. He didn't want to be like some impatient lustful fiend, devouring her hastily in the car. Instead, he would rather have her in a room where no one could disturb them, leisurely teasing his prey, bit by bit, until she became his.

The smooth, lilac snake was sweet and made him itch with longing. This girl seemed to radiate a mysterious fragrance from head to toe. Once he fell into her small mouth, he didn't want to pull away. He bit her tender lips again heavily before shifting his attack, targeting the delicate and dainty chin.

Her struggle wasn't teasing, it wasn't playing hard to get. She was serious. She pushed him, her hands beating against him, her jaw shaking violently until finally, she slammed into his firm teeth. Her cry of pain also made him stop in the midst of the dull ache.

He grasped her chin in his hand, forcing her to look up at him.

He carefully gazed down at the face below, still white and tender like smoke from a jade furnace, but her cheeks were flushed crimson as if burning. Those eyes, which always seemed to flow with spring water, now danced with sparks of fire. Her teeth, pearly white like woven pearls, bit into her lips that had been kissed red and swollen by him. Such stubbornness and defiance, yet so beautiful. A stunning beauty, a ravishing allure like a blazing inferno!

She must be a maddening fairy!

"Don't want to!" he murmured, leaning down and pressing his lips against hers. His voice was still as rich and potent as liquor, but now it carried a hint of coldness.

She paused, all struggle ceasing abruptly.

He bit her lip forcefully, pulled his legs back in, and retracted his arm that had been supporting her.

Without his support, she slid softly down the door panel. She desperately reached back and grabbed the door panel to prevent herself from falling to the ground. In front of his tall figure, she seemed even more petite and delicate. His tall frame cast a shadow in the light that almost completely enveloped her. She was trapped within this shadow, unable to escape, as if it were following her every move.

He stepped back, crossed his arms, and looked her up and down.

Her clothes were slightly disheveled from his tugging. Half of her fair shoulders were exposed, a youthful innocence that was all the more alluring for its naivete.

She didn't dare reach out to straighten her clothes because his eyes were so cold, so cold that it sent shivers down her spine.

"Don't you know why you're here" His voice, like his eyes at this moment, was cold and laced with sarcasm. "Was no one told you what to do before you came"

After finishing his words, he turned away, no longer glancing at her. It seemed as if the attraction he felt for her had ended right there.

Her heart pounded, she desperately wanted to say: Don't――

But she could only watch helplessly as he slowly took off his suit, removed his tie, and gracefully unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned, powerfully beautiful wheat-colored skin...

Then, naked as the day he was born, he entered the bathroom as if she didn't exist, and shut the door. The sound of running water filled the air - the sounds of his shower!

His ease only accentuated her awkwardness!

She went limp, collapsing onto the ground with a sob, her tears flowing freely.

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