The fake heiress loves to act? The max-level boss isn't interested in playing along.

After a long while, Fu Hua nodded gently.

It's very light, but very certain.

Xie Ci's eyes lit up instantly, like the brightest morning star in the night sky.

He pulled her into his arms, holding her so tightly that Fu Hua could hardly breathe.

"Student Fu,"

He whispered in her ear, his voice brimming with undisguised laughter and satisfaction.

"This time, you can't escape."

Fu Hua leaned against him, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat.

Suddenly I realized that this is good too.

After being sober for so long, it's not so bad to be confused once in a while.

Moreover, this person,

It's worth it for her to be so confused.

Fu Hua's slight nod was like opening a floodgate.

He kissed her again, this time more eagerly and passionately than before.

He tightened his grip on his arms.

"Um...thank you..."

She managed to open her mouth with difficulty between kisses.

"This is a main street...we can't do it here."

"Can I go home then?"

His usually cold voice was broken by heavy breathing, his hot breath brushing against Fu Hua's ear, the last syllable trembling slightly: "Little vixen, is it alright?"

Xie Ci's gaze was intense, and the surging desire in his eyes almost overwhelmed her.

Fu Hua paused for two seconds, then nodded.

Xie Ci immediately pulled her towards the car, his steps so fast it was as if he was rushing to do something.

Get in the car, start it, drive out of the alley—the whole process is seamless.

Xie Ci held the steering wheel with his left hand, while his right hand intertwined with Fu Hua's.

The car sped through the night.

Fu Hua sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window at the streetlights rushing past, feeling surprisingly calm.

The urgency to express my gratitude, and the unspoken anticipation in my heart...

She wanted to know, this person,

How far will it go?

We've arrived at the apartment.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Xie Ci got out.

I went around to the passenger side and opened the car door.

"Fu, we've arrived."

"it is good."

As soon as Fu Hua unbuckled her seatbelt and got out, he scooped her up in his arms.

"Thank you!"

Fu Hua exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing?"

"Don't move."

Xie Ci spoke in a low voice, carrying her as he strode towards the stairwell.

Fortunately, there weren't many people around at that time, and I didn't encounter any familiar faces when I returned to the top floor.

Otherwise, she would be so ashamed.

He carried her into the house, closed the door with his foot, and then went straight into the bedroom.

Fu Hua was gently placed on the bed.

The mattress was soft, and I sank in.

She lay there, watching Xie Ci stand by the bed and begin to unbutton his military uniform.

One, two, three...

His movements were unhurried, but his eyes remained fixed on her.

He took off his military uniform jacket and threw it on the chair.

Then there's the shirt inside.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, falling on his muscular upper body.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, well-defined muscle lines, muscles that are neither too thin nor too thick, just right.

It's the healthy, muscular build that comes from years of training.

Fu Hua neither moved nor dodged.

She simply looked at him, her eyes calm yet tinged with curiosity.

It's like observing an interesting experiment.

Xie Ci leaned down and placed his hands on either side of her body.

His shadow completely enveloped her, and his masculine presence was overwhelming.

It carried a heat and an inexplicable sense of oppression.

"Student Fu,"

He looked at her, his voice deep, "It's not too late for you to call a halt now."

Fu Hua's eyes flickered slightly, and she raised her hand to gently touch his face.

My fingers slid from my forehead to the bridge of my nose, and then to my lips.

Xie Ci's breathing became noticeably heavier.

Then, she did something that Xie Ci never expected.

She moved her hand down to his chest and gently pressed it.

The chest muscles were firm and felt better than she had imagined.

She then touched her abs, which were clearly defined.

Then, he glanced down and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Yes, I'm very satisfied with the size; it's definitely not enough for her hands.

Xie Ci froze.

He lowered his head, his gaze falling into those clear, bright eyes.

There was no shyness, no avoidance.

There is only one kind of openness, like the appreciation and evaluation done in academic research.

This reaction was completely beyond his expectations.

"you……"

Xie Ci's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice became even hoarseer.

Fu Hua withdrew her hand, lay back down, and looked at him: "Continue?"

These two words breached the last line of defense in the thank-you speech.

He suddenly lowered his head and kissed her, more intensely than ever before.

His kisses moved from his lips to his neck, and then down.

His fingers reached for the buttons on Fu Hua's skirt and unbuttoned them one by one.

Fu Hua did not resist, her eyes shimmering with a deep light.

She cooperated by raising her hand so that Xie Ci could take off his shirt.

The moonlight shone on her, making her skin as white as fine porcelain.

His movements became increasingly hurried as he expressed his gratitude, and his breathing grew heavier.

When both of their clothes were removed, Fu Hua was completely exposed before him.

But he suddenly stopped.

Time seemed to stand still.

Xie Ci leaned on her, his chest heaving violently, a thin layer of sweat beading on his forehead.

He looked down at Fu Hua beneath him.

She lay there, her black hair spread out on the pillow, her eyes clear and bright.

His face held an almost naive composure.

That composure was like a bucket of cold water, waking him up.

He understood that Fu Hua was willing.

You can tell from her reaction just now.

She wasn't forced; you could say she did it voluntarily.

But precisely because of this, he cannot.

She's still young, just turned 18.

There are many things she may not have fully thought through yet.

If you truly love her, you shouldn't do it at a time like this.

To want her without sufficient guarantees.

Xie Ci closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then suddenly stood up.

He grabbed the clothes next to him and quickly put them on.

His movements were somewhat flustered, but very resolute.

Fu Hua lay on the bed, not moving, just turning her head to look at him.

Under the moonlight, a meaningful smile slowly curved her lips.

"Why did you stop?"

She asked softly, her voice not betraying disappointment, but rather carrying an indescribable smile.

"Don't you like it? Are you dissatisfied?"

Xie Ci fastened the last button and turned to look at her.

She had already sat up, wrapped herself in the blanket, and only her shoulders and collarbone were exposed.

Those eyes were as endearing as a deer's.

"I didn't think that way. After we get married..."

His voice had regained its usual composure during the thank-you speech.

"Then... you can continue however you want, but not now."

Fu Hua smiled.

She threw back the covers and got out of bed, without putting on any clothes.

So he walked barefoot to Xie Ci.

The moonlight outlined her slender and beautiful figure.

Every line is just right.

"If I say,"

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a certain defiance.

"I only want to date, I don't want to get married?"

Xie Ci was stunned.

What does marriage mean to a woman?

Fu Hua continued, her voice very soft, each word like a small hammer striking Xie Ci's heart.

"It means taking her husband's surname, serving her parents-in-law, bearing children, and sacrificing her career and freedom."

Exchanging a marriage certificate for a cage, and then saying goodbye—do you think that's fair?

These words, in this era

It's absolutely shocking.

Xie Ci looked at her, unsure how to respond.

Hasn't everyone been like this since ancient times?

Falling in love, getting married, having children!

He thought so too.

Why is Fu Hua's idea so bold?

She has always been different.