An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 85 "Is it fun to make me angry?"

Huo Qingshan knocked on the door.

As expected, it was Chu Yao who opened the door. She smiled and asked him, "Commander Huo, is there something you need?"

"I'm looking for Meng Youyou, is she there?"

Chu Yao glanced back and happened to see Meng Youyou covering her head with the blanket. She turned around, her voice hesitant, "...She's here, but...she seems to be asleep..."

Huo Qingshan saw Meng Youyou's flustered movements through the open door crack.

He whispered, "Could you please go in and inform her for me? Commander Wang has sent someone with an urgent document that needs to be translated immediately."

Chu Yao nodded slightly. "Oh, okay."

……

Meng Youyou hung her head and followed the man upstairs in silence.

She stopped at the door. "Go inside and get it for me. I'll wait outside."

Even as he said this, there was still a smile on his lips, that kind of smile.

An insincere smile.

Huo Qingshan countered, "Then why don't I just bring it to your room and give it to you?"

The meaning is clear: this document is highly confidential, and Meng Youyou cannot take it back to her room to translate it.

Meng Youyou stopped insisting and followed the man into the room.

But as soon as she stepped into the room, the door was immediately closed, and a crisp "click" sounded behind her.

The closed door blocked out the faint light coming in from the corridor.

In an instant, I was plunged into absolute darkness.

Before they could even be frightened, an even greater shock suddenly struck.

The man's familiar scent wafted over me, hot and oppressive. "Oh, is it fun to provoke me?"

His voice was incredibly low and husky, his hot breath tickling Meng Youyou's neck and earlobes. The moment he finished speaking, his lips were on hers, pressed down with irresistible force.

Meng Youyou's mind went blank for more than a second, and her heart skipped a few beats.

She could feel her lips being repeatedly caressed and pressed by him, the touch on her lips both gentle and domineering.

Such contradictory sensory experiences perfectly mirrored her conflicted state of mind at that moment.

The man's strong masculine scent emanating from him continuously filled her mouth and nose, making her feel dizzy and unable to resist the urge to continue falling.

But... reason gradually returned, and the hands pressed against the man's chest finally began to push outward with force.

However, the results were minimal, like an ant trying to shake a tree.

She could feel the pounding of his heart with her hand, one beat after another, fast and heavy.

The man had one hand tightly wrapped around her waist and the other hand around the back of her head, leaving her nowhere to escape.

He seemed to intend to deepen the kiss... Meng Youyou was getting a little anxious.

In a moment of desperation and impulsiveness, she bit him again.

The taste of blood spread through their mouths...

Huo Qingshan slowly released her lips and asked, "Don't you like me kissing you?"

His voice was low, seemingly tinged with dejection.

Meng Youyou remained silent in the darkness.

A deathly silence hung between them. Huo Qingshan still held her hand, but he stopped kissing her. The two remained very close, able to hear each other's breathing.

After a long silence, she finally spoke: "I understand."

Meng Youyou sniffed. "I know why you hesitated before. It's because I'm Meng Weiguang's granddaughter, right?"

Meng Youyou could feel the man holding her stiffen for a moment after she said those words; it was quite obvious.

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