Cultivation Quick Transmigration: The Believer Girl is Lacking Money and Morals

The man very conscientiously got up and took all the dishes and chopsticks from both of them to the kitchen, and very conscientiously washed them clean before coming out.

The woman was still sitting in her original spot, one hand lazily supporting her head, the other holding a glass of red wine, which she was gently swirling.

Seeing the man come out, she turned her gaze to him and said, "Come here."

Huo Zhanting was very obedient and stood obediently in front of Mo Chenchen, waiting for her next instruction.

"Take it off!"

Huo Zhanting froze: "Here?"

"Otherwise what?" Mo Chenchen raised an eyebrow. What? Shy?

Huo Zhanting was speechless.

Huo Zhanting froze: "Here?"

He gritted his teeth and began to unbutton his coat.

The metal buttons made a faint sound, which was particularly clear in the quiet living room.

Mo Chenchen just watched, a hint of amusement in her eyes.

Watching him take off his jacket, revealing a tight black vest underneath that accentuated his broad shoulders and muscular arms.

Watching him unbuckle his belt...

When Huo Zhanting stood in the center of the living room, wearing only his underwear and almost naked.

His bronze skin gleamed with a healthy glow under the light, and his physique, honed through years of training, was fluid and powerful.

The man pursed his lips, looked out the window, his ears were red, and all the muscles in his body were tense.

Mo Chenchen put down her wine glass, stood up, and slowly walked to him.

She was considerably shorter than him, but her presence completely overwhelmed him.

She reached out, her cool fingertips gently tracing an old scar on his chest.

Huo Zhanting shuddered violently, his muscles tensed even more instantly, and he caught his breath.

The icy touch contrasted sharply with his burning skin, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Nervous?" Mo's deep voice carried a hint of amusement as his fingers continued downwards, gliding over the well-defined abdominal muscles, feeling the intense contractions of the muscles beneath his hand.

Huo Zhanting's Adam's apple bobbed, and he squeezed out two words: "...No."

"Stubborn to the end." Mo chuckled softly, her fingers hooking the edge of his underwear.

"Still a virgin?"

Huo Zhanting suddenly looked into the woman's eyes and softly said, "Mmm!"

The woman loosened her fingers and complimented, "You've maintained a great figure."

She grabbed the man's hands and wrapped them around her waist, then gently placed her hands on his chest muscles: "Carry me, to the second floor, to my bedroom."

Huo Zhanting looked at her in surprise, somewhat unable to keep up with Mo Chenchen's pace.

Mo Chenchen raised an eyebrow, asking in confusion, "Do you mean to sit in the living room? On the sofa?"

Huo Zhanting...

Without further hesitation, he swept the woman up in his arms and strode toward the stairs. The woman in his arms was surprisingly light and soft.

Mo Chenchen cooperated by wrapping one arm around the man's neck and placing the other hand naturally on his chest.

The bedroom is large and simply yet comfortably furnished, with a large bed standing out prominently.

Mo Chenchen had already put away anything that shouldn't have been there; what remained were all normal, or rather, things that were slightly above normal.

This fits Mo Chenchen's identity as a wealthy young woman in the apocalypse.

What happened next was beyond Huo Zhanting's control.

Mo Chenchen entered the bedroom and first handed the man a bathrobe, telling him to take a good shower.

Huo Zhanting really wanted to say that he had washed himself very clean, but he swallowed the words back down.

When Huo Zhanting came out after cleaning himself thoroughly, he saw the woman leaning against the headboard, reading a book in her hands.

Hearing the sound, she closed the book and put it on the bedside table, then beckoned to the man standing at the bathroom door.

As soon as the man approached, she pulled him onto the bed, Huo Zhanting unusually cooperating with the woman's strength.

Lying on the soft bed, a faint fragrance filled his nostrils, making his heart beat faster and faster.

Mo Chenchen didn't hold back and flipped over, pinning the man beneath her.

She lifted the man's chin and kissed him directly. Both of them were shocked. Not only had Huo Zhanting never experienced this before, but it was also Mo Chenchen's first time.

Mo Chenchen placed herself in absolute dominance.

I've been applying all the advice I've learned from books to men these past few days.

Huo Zhanting felt that Mo Chenchen understood his body very well, and no matter where she touched him, he would tremble with fear.

Huo Zhanting went from being stiff at the beginning to gradually indulging and sinking into depravity.

His pride in self-control crumbled, and he could only passively follow her rhythm.

In the end, he even took the lead in the entire battle. When he saw the woman's brows furrowed in pain because it was her first time, his heart softened a little.

He kissed the woman's forehead, clumsily coaxing her until she got used to it.

This was a love affair he had never experienced before, both strange and overwhelming.

When it was all over, Huo Zhanting lay on his back on the soft bed, one arm still around the woman.

The air was filled with... a scent.

After a while, Mo Chenchen slowly broke free from the man's arms, grabbed a bathrobe and put it on, then leaned against the headboard.

He took out a pack of women's cigarettes from the bedside table drawer, pulled one out, and lit it.

He looked up at the ceiling and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

She learned to smoke in her previous life during the apocalypse, but she wasn't addicted. What were apocalyptic cigarettes anyway? She had no right to be addicted.

Huo Zhanting slowly sat up, leaning against the headboard with his bare chest, looking at the woman with an unreadable expression, feeling somewhat uneasy.

Before leaving the house, I thought about what my mother had said and wondered what it meant by smoking. Was it dissatisfaction or satisfaction?

He pursed his lips, moved closer to the woman, and whispered, "Are you satisfied?"

Mo Chenchen looked at the man in surprise. Wasn't he unwilling at first? Why is he acting like this now?

Do men also have a different complex about their first time?

Mo Chenchen didn't answer. She took a deep drag of her cigarette, leaned close to the man's lips, and kissed him directly.

Huo Zhanting was stunned for a moment, then reacted, reached out and hugged the woman's waist, pulled her up onto his lap.

Men with good physiques are different; they treat women like playthings, and the experience is different.

Mo Chenchen said she was very satisfied with the service this time. No wonder people say: food and sex are human nature, it is indeed true.

Men are also part of the fun in life, and they can be quite addictive.

There are still big differences between men and women. Women experience unbearable pain after only two periods, which is understandable since it's their first time.

But even though it was the same first time, the man got hooked and wanted more, except that he was a bit clumsy the first time.

The second time, he figured it out on his own, and finally, Mo Chenchen kicked him aside, which finally calmed Huo Zhanting down.

However, she still kept asking Mo Chenchen if she was satisfied, as if she had some serious illness.

Mo Chenchen didn't just ruthlessly finish her sentence and abandon the person; that was her original plan.

But the warmth of a man's body was so comforting in the bed that Mo Chenchen couldn't bear to part with it.

On her last night, Mo Chenchen slept in the man's warm embrace, which was indeed very comfortable.

The next morning, the man was kicked out by a heartless woman who turned her back on him after he was done with his business.

Finally, he reminded him to continue in five days, and Huo Zhanting finally breathed a sigh of relief.

There'll be a next time, so he should be satisfied, right? It's not that he didn't serve you well, is it?