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

"You're the only woman here."

Xie Ci shook his head, helplessly: "What? You're jealous of men too?"

Fu Hua pursed her lips, thinking to herself, "There are a lot of homosexuals in the military."

Who knows? Maybe someone really does have a crush on Xie Ci.

However, the acknowledgments section is definitely number 1.

She's going to explain the difference between 0 and 1 to him, which will definitely broaden his understanding.

Fu Hua's expression was not visible during the thank-you speech.

He bent down and massaged carefully, from the shoulders to the back of the neck, and then from the back of the neck to both sides of the spine.

The soreness in Fu Hua's body slowly dissipated where the fingers touched, and her whole body went limp.

It was even more noticeable than drinking the spiritual spring water.

"Is it comfortable?"

Xie Ci's voice was deep and alluring, carrying an innate sense of control.

A gentle tone concealed an aggressive edge; though the tone was ordinary, it made one's ears burn.

Fu Hua dared not answer and pretended to be deaf and dumb.

Xie Ci looked down and saw that her eyes were closed and her breathing was even, as if she was about to fall asleep.

He gently massaged it, applying pressure slowly.

The room quieted down, with only the occasional chirping of insects coming from outside the window.

After a while, Fu Hua suddenly spoke up: "Thank you."

"Um?"

"Your hand is still injured."

Fu Hua reached out and grasped Xie Ci's wrist.

"Stop pressing it."

He paused, then looked down at her.

Her hand was still on his wrist, her fingertips pressing against the edges of the red marks.

"Feeling sorry for me?"

Fu Hua didn't say anything, but turned his hand over and looked at it.

The burn ointment was still on, and the red mark under the transparent ointment had faded a bit.

He thanked her and let her look at it without pulling his hand away.

After looking at him for a while, Fu Hua let go of his hand.

Xie Ci didn't move; in that position, he leaned close to her ear.

His voice was low and warm as it brushed against her ear.

"Did you feel comfortable during the massage?"

Fu Hua didn't speak; she had to remain silent.

Otherwise, I definitely won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow.

He didn't rush to say thank you; his lips brushed against her earlobe, lightly touching it.

Fu Hua shrugged slightly.

"Huahua, are you comfortable?"

Fu Hua clenched her teeth and remained silent.

He moved his lips down, brushing against the soft flesh behind her ear.

Fu Hua's body tensed for a moment, then went limp.

She turned her head to try to dodge, but Xie Ci's hand had already supported her chin, preventing her from moving.

"Huahua,"

His voice was a little hoarse. "I'm asking you a question."

Fu Hua closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

He lowered his head and pressed his lips to the side of her neck.

The skin there was thin, and you could feel the blood vessels throbbing underneath.

He kissed it once, then kissed it again.

Slowly move upwards, kissing all the way down to her chin.

Fu Hua's breathing became rapid and disordered, and her body went limp like a lump of dough.

"you……"

"What about me?"

Xie Ci looked up at her.

The light shone brightly in his eyes, almost blindingly so.

The contents inside were completely exposed, brightly lit, and frighteningly hot.

Fu Hua opened her eyes, met those eyes, and then looked away.

"Put your coat on."

she says.

Xie Ci was taken aback for a moment.

"What?"

Fu Hua looked at the light and shadow on the wall next to her, her voice flat, but her ears were red.

"I said, put your coat on."

Xie Ci looked at her, his eyes gradually brightening.

He sat up abruptly, moving as quickly as a seven or eight-year-old child.

"Okay, I'll wear it."

He stood by the bed, looking down at her, unable to suppress the smile on his face.

Xie Ci picked up his military jacket, held it in his hand, looked at her, and his eyes held a hint of mischief.

"Huahua, I'll dress myself, but you'll have to undo it yourself later."

Fu Hua's face flushed red.

She stared at him, but didn't move.

He didn't rush her to say thank you; he just stood there, buttoning his shirt one button at a time.

His dark eyes were fixed intently on Fu Hua, a turbulent undercurrent swirling within them.

He didn't say anything, but his gaze was frighteningly intense.

Fu Hua didn't dare to look up and meet his gaze.

Xie Ci gave a wicked smile, lowered his eyes to look at the frozen figure in front of him, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

His voice was low and hoarse, yet magnetic with emotion:

"Huahua... help me untie it, okay?"

Xie Ci's gaze was deep and indifferent, his eyes both indulgent and alluring, yet utterly irresistible.

He leaned down and gently touched Fu Hua's wrist with his fingertips.

Don't force her, just wait for her to take the initiative.

Fu Hua didn't move, and he wasn't in a hurry either.

He leaned forward slightly, a burning undercurrent surging in his dark eyes.

His voice was deep and gentle: "Don't be afraid, I'll do my best. Help me unbutton this."

His voice was as soft as a sigh, yet every word lingered in the heart.

An invitation like that leaves one with no power to refuse.

This was the first time she had ever heard such a thank-you note.

Fu Hua froze, forgetting how to react.

A hint of a smile flashed in Xie Ci's eyes, making him even more alluring.

His breathing deepened, and he took her wrist, placing it against his collar:

"Listen to me, just like that... reach out and help me."

His eyes were both hot and tender, filled with undisguised possessiveness, waiting only for his fingertips to fall.

Fu Hua swallowed hard and reached out to untie it.

The moment their eyes met, the air seemed to tremble slightly as if it had been scalded, and even breathing became light, as if one dared not exert any force.

Xie Ci's eyes were deep and dark, filled with undisguised greed.

He stared at her intently, as if trying to absorb her whole being.

Fu Hua's fingertips trembled slightly, her movements were so slow they seemed like she was dawdling, but her gaze couldn't be taken off.

That Adam's apple is so sexy!

The emotions surging in Xie Ci's eyes were too obvious—restraint, indulgence.

At this moment, everything was wrapped around her, fine and dense, so intimate it was almost like silk threads.

No sound, no touch, just gazing at each other silently, is more powerful than a thousand words.

Every second felt like it was frozen in time.

Their gazes lingered, sticky and burning, neither willing to look away first.

In the fish tank in the living room, two red and white goldfish swam among the aquatic plants.

The smaller one chased after the larger one, circling a rock twice.

Slow down the larger one, and stick the smaller one on top.

The two fish swam side by side for a while, their fins touching.

The larger one suddenly flicked its tail.

They disappeared into the dense thicket of water plants.

The smaller one paused for a moment, then followed suit and crawled inside.

The water plants swayed, obscuring the silhouettes of the two fish.

It only occasionally reveals a sliver of its red tail fin, swaying gently.

Ripples spread out in circles on the water's surface, hitting the tank wall before bobbing back.

The oxygen pump was bubbling away, with bubbles rising one after another.

After a while, the smaller one swam out of the water plants, circled twice, and then went back inside.

The aquatic plants swayed more violently, and a few thin leaves drifted down and landed on the pebbles at the bottom of the tank.

The larger one finally swam out, its scales shimmering in the water.

The smaller one followed behind, the two fish swimming close together.

I swam slowly towards the surface of the water, past the large rock and through the clump of water plants.

The ripples on the water gradually subsided.

Only the air bubbles from the oxygen pump were still bubbling upwards, shimmering faintly under the light.

The next morning, Fu Hua was awakened by a fragrant aroma.

She opened her eyes to find sunlight streaming in through the gaps in the curtains, casting a bright line on the floor.

My body was sore and weak; I lifted my leg slightly, then put it back down.

What a beast!

She mentally muttered a complaint.

Lying in that position, she reached out and touched the cup on the bedside table; it was empty.

Holding the cup, she had a sudden thought, and the spiritual spring water was silently added to it. She drank more than half of the cup in one gulp.

The warmth spread from my stomach, traveling along my blood vessels to my limbs.

The soreness slowly subsided, and strength gradually returned to my body.

Just as she was about to sit up, the door opened.