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Maggie stiffened all over, her body tensing noticeably at his unexpectedly direct words.

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Their heavy breaths mingled together, and it was only then that Maggie realised she was sitting on his lap with her skirt already as short as it could be.

Her checks flushed crimson, and her almond eyes locked onto his as if hiding two hooks. She hesitated before speaking, her voice soft and seductive. “Are you sure?”

Nathael pulled his thin lips into a smirk, his voice deep and commanding. “Go ahead.”

“What if you can’t control yourself?” Maggie raised an eyebrow, sitting on his lap, her eyes slightly lowered as she looked at him.

Nathael lounged against the sofa back, his expression relaxed, exuding a hint of mischief and nonchalance. He spoke with confidence, I can.”

Maggie chuckled, feeling a bit of excitement.

She cursed her stubborn streak!

With brisk movements, she rose from his lap, her steps light. She stopped by the clothes rack and picked

out a few outfits.

But as she tried on each outfit one by one, the man on the sofa remained unfazed, as if nothing had changed.

Maggie was annoyed, feeling an itch of frustration. Determined, she grabbed a fox–themed outfit.

It was a strapless dress with bold orange matched with black lace, and it was put together pretty well.

Just looking at the dress, it seemed alright, except it was a bit short and the lace trim gave it a less serious. vibe.

Hmm, Maggie felt her telerance was gradually increasing.

Grabbing the clothes, she turned and headed into the bathroom. Standing before the mirror, she took a long look at herself.

The reflection seemed a bit strange. Despite seeing her own face day in and day out, the flirtatiousness and innocence in the woman’s almond–shaped eyes felt unfamiliar.

Well, my face is still attractive, and my figure isn’t bad either.

But why isn’t Nathael reacting at all?

This is an absolute disgrace!

It doesn’t make any sense, does it?

a short orange and black skirt,

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on the sofa and lit a cigarette. His gaze occasionally

his gaze, feeling dry–mouthed and restless, almost unable to control

her.

took a long drag from his cigarette, feeling like things couldn’t keep

minutes later, Maggie stepped

eyes were as dark as ink, intense, and

desire.

was wearing the short orange and black skirt, her waist tightly cinched. A pair of pointed fox

style from before,

turned red, feeling a sudden wave of embarrassment. She glanced down briefly before

heat, locking onto her, and making her

see?” Maggie didn’t move closer, her eyes teasing with a hint of mischief, looking both

he moved closer to her.

then stopped herself, meeting Nathael’s gaze briefly before looking away. Her fingers fidgeted

resembled that of a fox spirit from the mountains, only recently taking on a human form. She carried

and every movement seemed

pressed her against the cabinet, his gaze carefully scanning her features.

letting him examine her. Her long, pale neck had a hint of blush, and she toyed with the tail behind her, asking once more, “Do I look

kissed her eyes, struggling with his uncontrollable emotions yet desperately trying to restrain himself.

his voice

such allure, and he was no

her bright face glowing

remained silent, bending down to kiss her cherry lips.

“Mm!”

was lifted by him and placed on the nearby low

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soft gasp, instinctively wrapping her arms around his strong

waist.

his

surrender. She breathed heavily, her voice low

of playfulness and a touch of cunning.

at her with dark,

chuckled, kissing her collarbone as he murmured, “Do you believe everything I say?”

feeling annoyed. If she had known it would turn out like this, she wouldn’t have bothered

had a realisation and looked up at the man in front of her, only to catch his

a mischievous smirk, and there was a