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

Fu Hua saw Xie Ci's arm, and looked at the spot where the door was stuck.

Seeing his face turn pale with pain, I felt a sharp pang in my heart.

"Thank you!"

Her voice was high-pitched and filled with worry, "What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

Xie Ci looked at her, his forehead still sweating, but he managed a smile.

"I'm insane."

He quickly stepped forward, his eyes deep and unfathomable, "If you continue to be angry and ignore me, I'll really go crazy."

He took another step forward, stood in the doorway, and looked at her.

"Huahua, I'm sorry, please let me in, okay?"

Looking at the red mark on his arm, the dark circles under his eyes, and his chapped lips.

Fu Hua's heart softened in the end.

The fire in my heart suddenly went out.

He grabbed his wrist, pulled him inside, and slammed the door shut.

Fu Hua turned around to pour water, her back to him, speaking in a harsh tone.

"Wow, look at you, acting like you've been to the desert in just over ten hours."

He didn't take the cup, but instead held her hand.

His hands were burning hot, his palms were dry and astringent, yet he held her tightly.

"Huahua".

He lowered his head, his forehead touching her brow.

"I'm sorry, are you still angry with me?"

Fu Hua struggled, but couldn't break free.

She rolled her eyes and simply let him hold her hand.

"Enough with the chit-chat, let's drink some water first."

Xie Ci glanced down at the glass of water and obediently took it.

"I'll drink it, I'll drink it right away."

He drank it all in one gulp, his throat bobbing, water droplets sliding down the corners of his mouth and dripping onto his collar.

Fu Hua's complexion improved, and she turned to rummage through the medicine box in the cabinet.

As soon as I opened the cabinet door, a pair of arms wrapped around my waist.

Xie Ci hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

His breath was hot and rapid, brushing against her ear.

"Huahua, it was my fault yesterday."

His voice was muffled. "I shouldn't have driven while I was emotional. I promise I won't do it again."

He tightened his arms around her and pulled her closer to him.

"Can you forgive me just this once?"

He softened his voice, and the last syllable of his tone rose slightly.

With a hint of grievance, she pleaded, "Please, okay?"

Fu Hua didn't say anything.

But she couldn't break free.

She could feel his heart pounding hard, the beats echoing against her back through her clothes.

A slight tremor ran through her heart, her earlobes felt a little hot, but her expression remained indifferent.

His fingers, hanging at his sides, unconsciously curled up, and he didn't speak immediately.

It seems he really does realize he was wrong.

Xie Ci felt the person in his arms not resisting, and became bolder.

His hands began to wander, slowly moving upwards from her waist until his lips touched her earlobe.

I touched it lightly.

Fu Hua's shoulders shrugged slightly.

He kissed her again, this time pausing for an extra second.

Her lips brushed against the soft flesh behind her ear, slowly moving down to the side of her neck.

Fu Hua's breathing became erratic.

His lips pressed against her skin, burning hot, one after another, as if he were savoring something precious.

He knows her body too well.

I know where she's most sensitive, and I know how to make her lose her balance.

Sure enough, her legs went weak in no time.

If Xie Ci hadn't been holding her, she would have really slipped down.

Fu Hua gritted her teeth and pushed him away.

"Don't you want your arm anymore?"

She glared at him, her face flushed. "I'll put some medicine on you."

Xie Ci's eyes lit up.

He obediently sat down and watched her rummage through the medicine box.

As she walked over with cotton swabs and medicine, his eyes remained glued to her.

Fu Hua squatted down and reached out to unbutton his cuffs.

When I touched his wrist, the skin there felt incredibly hot.

She lowered her head, unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time, and rolled up the sleeve.

The red mark on my arm has gotten darker and swollen; it looks painful.

She picked up a cotton swab, dipped it in the medicine, and gently applied it.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Xie Ci looked at her, his eyes burning with an unsettling intensity.

Her eyelashes drooped, casting a small shadow under her eyelids.

She used very light pressure, one stroke at a time, afraid of hurting him.

Her breath was shallow, light and gentle, brushing against his arm.

Her unique fragrance lingered in my nostrils.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

That's good, Huahua isn't angry anymore.

After applying the medicine, Fu Hua looked up.

Eyes facing each other.

Water and fire intertwine.

The air felt like cotton candy melting, thick and cloyingly sweet.

"I'm going to buy groceries..."

Fu Hua got up.

Xie Ci suddenly grabbed her wrist, the force neither too light nor too heavy, but with an unwavering determination that brooked no refusal.

He then pulled her into his warm embrace.

His chin rested gently on the top of her soft hair.

Warm breath, carrying a unique scent.

It sprinkled lightly on her sensitive ear.

His fingertips caressed the slightly cool back of her hand.

His movements were filled with the joy of regaining what he had lost and the anxiety of finding it again.

"...From now on, you are not allowed to get close to that man, or any other man."

His voice was close to her ear, low and earnest.

With a slight, almost imperceptible tremor in her voice, she said, "And you are absolutely forbidden from hugging anyone else."

Her body stiffened, and the tips of her ears subtly flushed red.

A hint of softness appeared between her cool and aloof brows and eyes.

After a moment, she slowly relaxed and softly hummed in agreement.

Her voice was barely audible, yet it carried a serious promise: "It won't happen again."

Upon receiving a response, the gloom in his eyes instantly vanished.

A gentle smile appeared on her face.

He lowered his head and placed a very light and soft kiss on her ear.

Then, her slender fingers slowly rose.

His movements were incredibly gentle, slowly unbuttoning her shirt...

He grabbed her lower back, pressed her hard against himself, and lowered his head to kiss her.

It wasn't a gentle touch; it was accompanied by eagerness and possessiveness.

The lips and teeth ground and sucked, and the sound of water splashing echoed in the quiet room.

Fu Hua trembled slightly unconsciously, but he held her even tighter, kissing her more deeply and passionately.

Their hot breaths mingled together.

Even her fingertips were trembling slightly, filled with a surge of emotions that had been suppressed for a long time.

Fu Hua trembled slightly, her eyelashes fluttered down in panic, and he stole her breath.

His originally aloof expression softened completely.

The tips of my ears and cheeks were burning hot.

She went limp in his arms, her fingertips weakly clutching his military trousers.

She couldn't even stand steadily, and could only passively endure his overwhelming possessiveness.

A layer of moist light spread across her eyes, revealing no trace of aloofness.

Soon, only soft, shallow breathing remained in the room.

Occasionally, a few low, restrained moans would escape.

Soft and light, it is especially clear in a quiet room.

The bed frame swayed very slightly, making a faint, muffled sound.

Intermittent, sometimes light, sometimes heavy.

In the stairwell, the elderly woman who had thanked him went out to check on her.

Hearing the noise, his old face flushed.

Shaking his head, he sighed, "They're just young people; they argue in bed and make up before they get out of bed."

That night, the two of them indulged in great pleasure.

He gently wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on the crook of her neck.

His warm breath brushed against her reddened ear tips.

His voice was low and husky, with a hint of lazy laughter.

He asked slowly and deliberately, "Fu, how did I perform? Are you satisfied?"

Fu Hua's body went limp, her cheeks instantly burning hot.

Her eyelashes drooped in panic; she didn't dare turn around to look at him.

She gave a soft, gentle "hmm," her voice as light as a feather.