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

Xie Ci took a step closer, still smelling of sweat from moving things.

It has a masculine scent, is very clean, and smells very good.

Fu Hua didn't flinch, but looked up at him and asked, "Have you eaten?"

Xie Ci shook his head: "Not yet."

"Why didn't you say so sooner?"

Fu Hua's long eyelashes trembled slightly, her tone carrying a rare hint of coquettishness: "There were so many restaurants still open on the way back. Never mind, what do you want to eat? I'll go down and buy it for you."

As she spoke, she immediately turned to walk away with her wallet, but her wrist was grabbed.

Xie Ci's hands were warm and strong. With a gentle pull, he drew her back and pressed her into his arms.

"No rush."

His voice lowered as he spoke above her head, "Let me ask you something first."

Fu Hua pressed her face against his chest, her steady heartbeat audible through his clothes.

She didn't struggle, her voice soft and gentle: "What is it?"

Xie Ci's large hand slid from her wrist to her waist and gently wrapped around her.

He lowered his head, his lips almost touching her ear, his magnetic voice incredibly pleasant to hear.

Her tone was hesitant and tentative: "Does it still hurt?"

Fu Hua's body stiffened for a moment.

"What?"

Her eyes were glazed over, and she didn't immediately realize what he was asking.

The next second, Xie Ci's hand reached from her waist towards a certain soft spot...

Fu Hua shuddered as the burning memories of last night surged back.

Intertwined bodies in the darkness, suppressed breaths.

And the aches and pains in my body when I woke up this morning...

Her face instantly flushed.

Xie Ci felt the stiffness in the person in his arms and tightened his arms around them.

"Does it still hurt? Hmm?"

The tone of his thank-you note rose at the end, and his hand gently caressed Fu Hua's lower back.

Through the thin fabric of the shirt, you could feel the delicate skin and slender waistline.

There was another reaction in the acknowledgment section.

Fu Hua's ear hairs stood on end; Xie Ci was holding her down so she couldn't move.

Her heart raced, and she whispered, barely a mosquito's buzz, "No, it doesn't hurt anymore."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xie Ci clearly relaxed immediately.

He lowered his head and brushed his nose against the top of her head.

He leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe:

"Then, shall we continue tonight?"

His voice was deep, like a cool, refreshing liquor—clear and magnetic.

A simple question can send shivers down one's spine.

Fu Hua's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Xie Ci smiled slightly, quite pleased with her reaction.

Last night, he noticed that her neck and ears were particularly sensitive.

He kissed her earlobe and neck, and she went limp.

Now, he just leans in to speak, and she...

Xie Ci chuckled softly, a hint of smugness and pleasure in his voice.

His lips brushed against her earlobe, his voice low and husky:

"So sensitive? What should we do?"

Fu Hua tried to dodge, but her struggles were futile.

His arms around her waist were very tight.

She wanted to speak, but her throat was dry and she couldn't utter a single word.

Xie Ci gently touched her earlobe with his lips.

With just a light touch, Fu Hua's body trembled violently, her legs went weak, and she could barely stand.

"Acknowledgements..."

She finally spoke, a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment in her voice, "Don't...don't."

"What do you mean?"

Xie Ci's lips left her ear, but didn't retreat; they remained very close.

His gaze fell on her face, watching her flushed cheeks and evasive eyes, his eyes filled with deep affection.

"Huahua, I'm hungry, I want to eat you."

Xie Ci stared intently at the person with dark, intense eyes: "Silence means you agree?"

As he spoke, he picked the person up in one swift motion, the bedroom door was flung open, and then closed again.

Their eyes met, and it was as if the air had been sucked away, leaving no sound.

The roguishness in his eyes had completely dissipated, leaving only a burning earnestness.

Her cool eyes rippled with a faint red.

The two just stared at each other silently, without saying a word.

They saw their joy and excitement reflected in each other's eyes.

"Huahua, you can't like anyone else, you can only be mine."

The domineering declaration ended, Xie Ci bowed his head, his eyes filled with reverence.

He gave it a light peck, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

But the moment he touched the soft, warm surface, he froze.

He then tightened his grip on Fu Hua's waist, deepening the kiss, leaving no room for jest.

All that remained was a burning heartbeat and suppressed deep affection, both domineering and tender.

It makes even your breathing become disordered.

The night outside the window was so dark that it was impossible to see through, and the moonlight was completely obscured by the clouds, with only a few hazy rays of light showing through.

The bedside lamp was knocked askew and leaned to one side.

A warm yellow light flickered and fell onto the messy bedding.

The bed frame made a few low, muffled thuds, which were quickly drowned out by a louder commotion.

The pillowcase slipped to the floor, and half of the bed sheet was crumpled into a ball.

The corners were tightly clenched by a pair of small, white fists, leaving several deep wrinkles.

The shadows on the wall swayed with the movement.

After an uncontrollable, arrogant groan, rapid breathing filled the room again.

The night breeze lifted a corner of the curtains, but couldn't dispel the sweltering heat in the room.

Time seemed to stretch out, yet also to pass in the blink of an eye.

Until everything gradually calmed down, leaving only their unsteady breathing, gently echoing in the quiet of the night.

The bed was in complete disarray, and the hair on the pillow was tangled up in a mess.

Xie Ci gently wrapped his arm around Fu Hua from behind.

His fingertips caressed her waist, his voice hoarse, lacking its usual composure, only filled with tenderness:

"Little devil, don't hide. Let me hold you for a while. I'll let you rest."

"You keep your word!"

Fu Hua's breathing quickened slightly, and the tips of her ears were tinged with a faint red.

Her usually aloof eyes softened like pools of water, and her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

"Also... you're noisy, be quiet."

Xie Ci chuckled softly, his breath brushing against the back of her neck:

"You think I'm noisy? Who was grabbing me and wouldn't let go just now? Who was begging for mercy?"

Fu Hua's body stiffened slightly, her long eyelashes trembled, but she did not refute.

She snuggled closer to him and whispered, "Shut up, don't talk, don't look, don't touch."

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore."

He tightened his arms around her, pressed his forehead against the top of her head, and said in a sincere tone, "Huahua, you are so beautiful, I love you."

She remained silent for a long time, her voice as soft as a sigh:

"...Yes, I love you too."

The next morning, Fu Hua woke up to find Xie Ci gone.

Touch the bed; it's cool to the touch.

When did he leave?

Fu Hua got up and went to the living room.

There was an aluminum lunchbox on the dining table, with a note underneath.

She picked it up and looked at it.

Huahua: I'm sorry, I can't have breakfast with you. I have a mission, so I have to go now.

I wanted to make you breakfast, but when I opened the cupboard, all I found was rice and salt.

I bought steamed buns and sweet osmanthus rice wine. Eat them while they're hot. Wait for me; I'll be back in two or three days. Remember me. Thank you.

It turns out there was a mission involved.

No wonder.

Fu Hua stared at the note for a few moments, and indeed, the handwriting reflected the person's character, elegant and unrestrained.

She gave a very faint smile.

Suddenly, I realized that leaving notes without a phone or WeChat is quite romantic.

You can tell from the words that the person was reluctant to part.

She quietly finished her breakfast, tidied up, and headed out to the research station.

I can't be late for today's project summary meeting.

When she reached the road she always took, her gaze sharpened slightly.

Not far ahead, an elderly woman with completely white hair and a little girl were walking towards us, supporting each other.

The old man was in poor health, his body was hunched over, and he moved very slowly.

The girl was very thin, her clothes were tattered, and she had a noticeable brown patch on her face.

is her!

The little girl protecting the steamed bun on the overpass.

Fu Hua's pupils dilated slightly. That old woman must be the grandmother she was talking about.

The change happened in an instant.