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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?

for a short orange and black skirt, a style

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unusually patient. He sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette. His gaze occasionally flicked towards the

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

her.

from his cigarette, feeling

stepped out of the bathroom.

his eyes pausing on her. His striking eyes were as dark

desire.

skirt, her waist tightly cinched. A pair of pointed fox ears adorned her head, with a fluffy tail

before, and

of embarrassment. She glanced down briefly before

intense gaze felt like a searing heat, locking onto her, and

didn’t move closer, her eyes teasing with a hint of mischief, looking

he moved

but then stopped herself, meeting Nathael’s gaze briefly before looking away. Her fingers fidgeted nervously, unable to resist touching the fluffy

of a fox spirit from the mountains, only recently taking on

every movement seemed bewitching.

against the cabinet, his gaze

tilted her head back, letting him examine her. Her long, pale neck had a hint of blush, and she toyed with the tail behind her, asking

resist, Nathael kissed her eyes, struggling with his uncontrollable emotions yet desperately trying to

cleared his throat, his voice deep

one could resist such allure, and he was no exception.

glowing with a dazzling smile. “Do you

remained silent, bending down to

“Mm!”

Margie was lifted by him and placed on the nearby low cabinet. The

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soft gasp, instinctively wrapping her arms around

waist.

breath became increasingly ragged as his kisses

she was drowning, yet oddly, she wanted to surrender. She breathed

of playfulness and a touch

moved slightly as he gazed at her with dark, intense eyes, filled with desire yet restrained.

chuckled, kissing her collarbone as he murmured,

frowned, feeling annoyed. If she had known it would turn

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

smirk, and there was a fiery look