Abstinence Admiral Don't Bite, the Softer Mermaid Top Thug

Chapter 190 General, do you still know who I am?
The office door had just been closed when Jing Weimian leaned against the sofa armrest, burying her face in her forearm.

In the throes of hot, labored breathing, I drifted into a drowsy state, feeling as if I had once again fallen into a long-lost dream of the deep sea.

Bubbling bubbles rose continuously, and heavy waves pushed her toward the coastal rocks.

Just like every time in her dream, Jing Weimian, soaking wet, stepped onto the shore and, following the faint, intermittent mermaid chants, returned to the misty forest.

Whether it was Jing Weimian's imagination or not, she clearly felt that the fog she had been shrouding in the past was gradually dissipating before her eyes.

The deeper one goes, the clearer and more melodious mermaid cries become.

Getting closer.

Amazingly, she could understand in her dream that the mermaid seemed to be calling to her, inviting her into the forest.

But why did the mermaid call her over?

What is the secret deep in the forest?
Confused and puzzled, Jing Weimian pushed aside the ferns blocking her way.

With each soft call from the mermaid, the fog finally dissipated.

What immediately catches the eye is an incredibly dreamy and beautiful wooden cabin courtyard standing in the middle of the forest.

Jing Weimian stood frozen outside the fence of the wooden house courtyard, stunned for a long time.

Suddenly, she heard her own helpless yet indulgent laughter coming from inside the cabin, "Stop kissing me..."

And the mermaid's pitiful, heavy breathing seemed to linger right beside my ears...

Just as Jing Weimian stepped forward, with a creak, and reached out to push open the wooden door, her vision was once again engulfed by thick waves of water...

"Admiral?"

Jing Weimian frowned, her eyelashes drooping under her eyelids twitched slightly, and she opened her eyes with difficulty.

Her pupils were a light color, giving her an innate sense of coldness.

However, due to the abnormal rise in her body temperature, her usually cool face was flushed with a sickly redness, and her eyelids were also slightly red, with a thin layer of moisture lingering under her half-closed eye sockets.

When she opened her eyes to look at the man standing in front of her, there was a softer, more hazy quality to her expression than usual.

She still felt hot and dizzy. Looking at Lu Lianbai, she weakly managed to squeeze out a sibilant sound, "Who told you to... wake me up..."

"General, Dr. Lu said your high fever might be caused by a mental disorder. For your safety, you need to cooperate—"

Before Chen Yan, who was following behind with a worried expression, could finish speaking, Jing Weimian reached out and hooked her arm around Lu Lianbai's neck as he leaned in to check her temperature, then flipped him over and pressed him back onto the sofa.

And instinctively, following the cool fragrance emanating from him, she lowered her head and sniffed his neck.

A familiar, cool, subtle fragrance.

A soft, warm breath rested on his taut, long neck.

Jing Weimian's senses seemed to be completely captivated by the cold fragrance, and like a beast claiming its territory, she fiercely wrapped her arms around the man's neck.

She then interrupted Chen Yan, who was trying to sabotage her plans.

Jing Weimian's voice was hoarse and fierce, "Chen Yan... get out..."

An extremely oppressive mental force spread from the disordered mental network, which Chen Yan was simply unable to resist.

Chen Yan took a half step back in fear, hesitating to speak.

In the end, he could only look at Dr. Lu, who was being suppressed on the sofa by their general's mental power and unable to move, and then closed the door and left.

"General, let me get up first..." Lu Lianbai was only halfway through his sentence when Jing Weimian mumbled as she raised her hand and groped around, pressing it against his prominent Adam's apple like a hissing feline. "Don't move."

So Lu Lianbai stopped moving and was forced to sink into the soft sofa.

He placed his hand restrainedly on her waist and asked in a calm voice, "General, do you still know who I am?"

His eyes were deep and unfathomable, as if Jing Weimian were to hold him and say the name Gu at this moment.

Lu Lianbai probably couldn't be sure what he might do to the male human who stole his wife during the year he was incubating and raising the baby...

Jing Weimian had no idea what he was thinking.

She straddled Lu Lianbai, her body limp and warm, her cheek slowly sliding down his neck, murmuring, "Dr. Lu, what are you saying..."

Her nose brushed against his prominent Adam's apple, and she opened her lips to kiss him, finding the man's cool fragrance even more alluring.

She was dizzy from the smell, and her fingers scratched at the back of his neck with the softened water.

At the same time, she couldn't resist licking the teeth marks she had left above his Adam's apple.

The voice became even softer, tinged with an ambiguous sibilance:
"Dr. Lu...you really didn't wear any prohibited perfume?"

Otherwise, why would her carefully constructed mental defenses crumble so easily the moment she smelled the cool fragrance emanating from him...?

Lu Lianbai felt a sharp pain in his neck as he was kissed, and said, "I didn't."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Weimian lifted the back of his neck with one hand and pressed him against herself, then lowered her head and precisely captured those two thin and cold lips.

Perhaps it was the rising heat within her that caused Jing Weimian to kiss him uncontrollably.

That cool fragrance lingered around her senses, like an addiction that tempted her to take more.

Jing Weimian gradually slipped her hand, which was clinging to his neck, inside his neat and tidy collar.

The movement was far from gentle as he tore open his white coat.

He stroked and sucked on his overly firm and superior chest and abdominal muscles, loving them so much that he couldn't put them down.

She even felt that the man's body had a magical power; it seemed that the closer they got, the lower her own extremely hot body temperature gradually became.

Lu Lianbai reached out to stop her several times, but Jing Weimian pressed his hand back down each time.

Like a wild beast guarding its food, it bit him slightly harder, with a hint of warning, "Behave yourself and don't move around."

Lu Lianbai was left disheveled, his shirt and long robe were scattered in disarray, and his slowly rising and falling chest was covered with hickeys.

He breathed heavily, his eyes fixed on Jing Weimian's beautiful, flushed face, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice:

"General... do you think this is appropriate?"

Jing Weimian took a moment to spare, raising the corners of her moist eyes to glance at him, "What's wrong with it?"

Lu Lianbai stared intently at her: "Didn't the general already get engaged?"

Jing Weimian's hand lingered on his well-defined abdominal muscles.

Hearing this, the hazy consciousness seemed to finally return a little.

She raised an eyebrow, completely unprepared for this.

So, while kneading his abs, she opened her bracelet in front of him, her full red lips parted slightly, and she leaned close to his face, whispering:

"How about I call my fiancé and tell him I'm going to play with you again? Would that make Dr. Lu feel better?"