Mr. Xiao, can I borrow your wedding invitation?

Chapter 33 Uniform Temptation
He considerately straightened her wig ponytail, asking, "Shall we continue?"

Nan Wu shook her head frantically.

"Do you know you're wrong?"

Nan Wu nodded.

Xiao Shen smirked, "Good girl, but... everyone who regrets something has to pay a heavy price!"

The next second, Nan Wu was hanging upside down on his shoulders.

With a bang, the door to a private room was kicked open, and Nan Wu was thrown onto the bed. Without giving her a chance to struggle or resist, her hands were twisted and hung upside down above her head, and even her legs were pinned down by Xiao Shen.

"Fourth Master, I was wrong!"

Nan Wu naturally knew how formidable Xiao Shen was; once he went berserk, it was beyond her ability to handle.

Xiao Shen raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What's wrong with it?"

"I shouldn't have come to this comic convention!"

The man waved his index finger. "No, the mistake was that you shouldn't have dressed like that to attend!"

Nan Wu: "..."

What kind of theory is this?

The man's fingertips caressed her cheek tenderly, then slid down her jawline and long neck, finally landing on the buttons on her chest.

He then picked a different one.

One of the buttons popped off.

"The size is a bit small, who is she trying to seduce?"

The man's eyes darkened, and he swallowed hard.

Although Nan Wu was wearing a wig with pigtails, dressed in a JK uniform, and the lighting was poor, he still recognized her at a glance because he had slept with her a few times.

Even if he could only see her back, let alone her whole body, he could still recognize her.

No one knew her body better than him, that kind of fused understanding.

Nan Wu has worn both mature and chic professional attire and sexy and charming gowns; her beauty is radiant and beyond doubt.

A white shirt and plaid skirt wrapped around her body, she looked like a nightclub girl one second and a college girl on campus the next. That kind of contradictory combination of innocence and desire was simply a blow to men.

No man can resist the allure of a uniform!
Nan Wu was taken aback. She hadn't expected him to be so precise about her measurements. It was a bit tight, making her breasts appear even larger. She didn't dare to breathe freely, afraid that her breasts might burst open at any moment.

He lifted the person up, pointed his chin towards the bathroom, and said, "Go, strip them naked and wash them clean!"

Nan Wuru felt as if she had been granted a pardon and quickly slipped inside.

The showerhead had just been turned on when the bathroom door was pulled open again.

"Ah! Fourth Master, no..."

"Hiss! Don't yell!"

The man leaned in and pressed forward.

He wet Nanwu's clothes, revealing her beautiful lace back underneath, the glistening sheen enveloping her round and pert figure.

With red eyes, he pressed her against the wall with her back to him and demanded sex from her again and again.

When Nanwu softened, he lifted her up and held her. Midway through, she complained that she didn't want to continue, but he wouldn't let her, so he both scared and coaxed her.

An hour later, he was finally released.

Xiao Shen still had some humanity. He lifted Nan Wu's buttocks and carried her to the basin. He stood between her legs and condescended to personally dry her body.

Water droplets dripped down her hair, slid down her skin, and finally disappeared into a hidden spot.

Her cheeks, flushed from the steam, were hazy and dreamlike, as if under the influence of alcohol. Under the lamplight, Nan Wu's entire body was excessively white, like a piece of uncut jade waiting to be sculpted.

Xiao Shen was unusually patient, wiping her inch by inch, which made Nan Wu think that he was taking the opportunity to grope her.

Suddenly, he stopped moving, a dark undercurrent churning in his eyes. Nan Wu sensed something was wrong and followed his gaze to her chest.

Before she could react, Xiao Shen threw down the towel and made her stay in that position before taking her again.

I don't know if his sensitivity is higher than others, but he doesn't rest for at least an hour, and his fighting power is even stronger than that of an ox plowing the field.

Nan Wu was so moved that she cried, and then she fell asleep while crying.

I woke up the next day.

The morning light was just right, filtering through the gauze window and casting dappled shadows onto the wooden floor.

Xiao Shen propped his feet on the coffee table, nestled in the armchair, smoking. Half of his face was hidden in the shadows. His profile revealed high-arched eyebrows, a straight nose, and sharp, cold lines, like a masterpiece sculpted by God. He was handsome, dashing, and mysteriously wicked.

Smoke filled the air, and when the light shone on it, it appeared thin and ethereal.

He rested his forehead on his hand holding a cigarette, his gaze scanning the screen of his phone. The wine-red satin shirt he wore exuded a sophisticated and aloof charm, not vulgar but sensual. To put it simply, he was very attractive to women and possessed a strong sexual allure.

Sensing something, he suddenly looked over, catching Nan Wu red-handed before she could hide.

Nan Wu herself is also very outstanding, so naturally she has high standards for men, and ordinary rich young men simply cannot catch her eye.

But just now, the way she looked at Xiao Shen was so greedy.

When did she begin to become obsessed with male beauty?

Damn it!

The man, with a knowing look on his face, chuckled softly, "Does it hurt?"

Nan Wu cleared her throat. "It's alright!"

“Who said that? I was talking about over there!” He pointed with his chin.

Nan Wu instinctively squeezed her legs together, her face flushed red, "It hurts!"

That's utter nonsense!

Xiao Shen chuckled again, put the cigarette between his teeth, produced a tube of ointment from somewhere, and pulled off the thin blanket covering Nan Wu, ordering her in a commanding tone, "Spread your legs!"

Nan Wu, who had a lot of pride, said, "I'll do it myself!"

He pulled his hand away from the ointment, and as he spoke, the cigarette butt trembled between his lips. "Are you sure you can see it?"

What Nanwu really wanted to say was, if a person can wipe their bag perfectly after defecating, why can't this be done?

Despite Xiao Shen's frenzied behavior in bed, he was surprisingly gentle in this matter. Nan Wu thought she had long since accepted his touch, but it was not the case at all; it just felt awkward no matter what.

"Are you feeling better now?" he asked, looking at her as if on purpose.

That's an ambiguous question.

For a moment, Nan Wu didn't know how to answer.

Xiao Shen seemed to have teased enough and succeeded, a smile playing at the corners of his eyes. Before leaving, he glanced at the area a few more times, as if feeling sorry for it. "It's all swollen. Looks like I'll have to do it more often in the future. With some polishing, I'll get used to it!"

Nan Wu really wanted to kick him to death.

Is this because of the polishing?

You beast!

Xiao Shen tossed the wet wipe he'd used to clean his hands into the trash can, lit another cigarette, took a drag, and then spoke, "So, why are you selling the house? Are you short of money?"

Nan Wu's movements as she dressed suddenly froze.

The clothes were a standard business suit, prepared by Xiao Shen, and both the style and size were very suitable for Nan Wu.

This man is terrifying; he always manages to grasp her with such precision.

Nan Wu's mind raced, and she reacted quickly. "Fourth Master, you don't know this, but although I am the eldest daughter of the Nan family, I am not favored at all. My father, under the influence of Jiang Rourou and her daughter, doesn't give me any pocket money at all. Even at Nan's Company, I only hold a nominal position. What if one day he is fooled by Jiang Rourou and her daughter and takes away what is rightfully mine? I will be all alone and helpless. I can only plan ahead and sell it to keep the money in my hands. Then, no one can take it away from me!"

(End of this chapter)