Mrs. Fu, please be mindful of the appropriate boundaries.

He's probably wondering what she's up to now, Xu Qingcheng clicked her tongue. People like them can have fun, but they're most afraid of being entangled by ungrateful women.

That look just now made Xu Qingcheng panic, inexplicably panicked.

That was a realm that even Xu Qingcheng herself didn't want to touch, because it was too terrifying, so she dared not think carefully about what caused her momentary panic.

Was it the frustration of being misunderstood by him, or... the extremely inappropriate feelings that had somehow grown within her?

Xu Qingcheng refused to think about it further; all she needed to know was that she wouldn't cling to him, absolutely not.

Don't try the impossible twice; in the end, you'll only hurt yourself. No matter how many wounds you have, you'll have to bandage them yourself. That feeling, once in a lifetime, is enough.

She needs to properly and correctly position herself.

Be a carefree and unrestrained little fairy.

Xu Qingcheng turned around and took off her coat, revealing her shirt and pants.

He removed the outer packaging piece by piece, revealing the product he wanted.

She skillfully concealed the slight shyness in her heart beneath her alluring appearance, keeping it so well hidden that even subtle emotional fluctuations were easily overlooked by herself.

She suits dark colors; black lace flutters against her white skin, like a perfectly wrapped dessert.

If Xu Qingcheng wanted to seduce a man, would anyone resist?!

Fu Jingting was stung by her.

Xu Qingcheng stood with her hands behind her back, not getting close to him. She just stood there at a distance, letting him look her over. Her skin felt like it was burning from his gaze, but she pretended to be calm.

The luxurious Chinese-style ceiling light cast an alluring glow on her.

Fu Jingting's Adam's apple bobbed. "Come here."

His voice was a little hoarse, as if his vocal cords had been sanded by sandpaper. The husky texture drifted into her ears, yet it also felt like it was rubbing against every inch of her skin.

Xu Qingcheng bit her lip lightly, and like a bewitching little fairy, she threw herself directly into his arms.

Her eyes were alluring, her figure enchanting, but even so, amidst this scorching heat, he still felt that what captivated him most was the unintentional shyness she showed when she lightly bit her lip.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his, only then did she feel alive again, so as not to drown in his gaze.

The man's hand, burning with desire, landed on her waist. "You're going to such lengths to seduce me, just so you can get me to play along?"

"You don't like it?" She blinked her eyelashes, her eyes sweeping over him with a captivating allure.

Fu Jingting cursed under his breath and pressed his hand down hard on her waist.

He madly loves it!

Still shaken, Xu Qingcheng hurriedly asked him as he leaned in, "Your nanny..."

She recalled the last time the two of them were at a restaurant, when the nanny suddenly barged in, and she even cried in anger.

A low chuckle escaped the man's throat. "Are you afraid of being seen?"

"I'm scared," Xu Qingcheng thought, propping her elbows on the sofa.

"The nanny won't be here at this time," Fu Jingting said, his eyes fixed on her with a mocking gaze.

Xu Qingcheng stomped on him in anger.

……

A hundred beauties bloom in spring, their souls are thrown into turmoil; before the three peaks, even bones melt away.

Fu Jingting stood up and saw the scratches on his arm caused by her fingernails.

He clicked his tongue; this woman could be ruthless when she got into it.

She was fast asleep on the bed, tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes.

As the man got up, he pulled the sheet draped over her body to one side, revealing a gruesome bruise on her waist.

He had seen it last night, but she drove him to the brink of madness and he forgot about it.

Fu Jingting glanced at her. Someone who was so afraid of pain was actually helping others block cars.

"Ouch...it hurts..."

Xu Qingcheng was fast asleep when she suddenly felt a pain in her lower back. She tried to hit it, but someone caught her red-handed.

"Don't move." The man grabbed her wrist and let go, but his hand on her waist didn't stop. The strong smell of Chinese medicine wafted over. "If you massage it in, it won't hurt anymore."

His voice was low, carrying the languor of early morning.

The bruises on my waist are from when I helped that little girl block a car yesterday. They hurt at the time, but they stopped hurting when I didn't touch them. I didn't expect the bruises to look so scary.

But when he massaged it like that, Xu Qingcheng felt both embarrassed and in pain.

Her face was pressed against the soft mattress, her voice a little hoarse, "No, it hurts too much. Don't rub it anymore, it will get better in time."

Fu Jingting snorted, "What if this bruise were on your face?"

"It's not on my face, is it? Ah... be gentle! It hurts..." Xu Qingcheng winced in pain, propped herself up, and slapped his arm without any politeness.

Then, by sheer coincidence, he knocked the ointment he was holding in his other hand onto the ground.

The man looked up, his eyes dark.

Are you angry?

She didn't do it on purpose.

Xu Qingcheng turned her head away and silently lay back down.

Her sudden timidity made Fu Jingting chuckle.

He bent down to pick up the ointment, then poked at the bruises on her waist with his fingers, watching her wriggle around like a little shrimp.

"Fu Jingting, are you sick? You kept poking and poking, and you've poked a hole in my waist!" she said angrily.

"You're afraid of pain, yet you're asking for trouble." The man scoffed, finally stopping before she could explode.

Xu Qingcheng snorted, "I met a very interesting little girl, and I'm worried she'll get hit and disfigured. If I had known the car was going to hit me, I wouldn't have cared about her."

Miss Xu is a classic example of someone with a sharp tongue but a soft heart; she's the epitome of saying one thing and meaning another.

Fu Jingting raised an eyebrow but did not respond.

His warm palms pressed against her waist, gently massaging it. Xu Qingcheng felt so comfortable that she was almost drowsy. But then, as if some sleepy bug had knocked on her head, she suddenly woke up.

She turned over and got up, not caring whether she had slept enough, and put on her pajamas and went into the bathroom.

Before the fast-moving Fu Jingting could react, the bathroom door had already closed.

The water rushed down, covering her head, face, and body. She opened her eyes wide, unable to even open them.

I'm still a little shaken.

That moment of immersion sent a chill down her spine.

Comfort leads to decadence.

How could she become so attached to him, thinking that life could be peaceful and serene?

What a joke!

Fu Jingting stared at the ointment in his hand. Well, it was all for nothing.

Xu Qingcheng finished washing up and came out. The man was on the phone in the study, and there were sounds coming from downstairs.

She walked up the stairs and glanced down. Wang Ma was tidying up the living room—the sofa, dining table, coffee table…

Her face flushed, Xu Qingcheng decided to go back to her bedroom first.