Let’s start all over again,shall we?

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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

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on the sofa and lit a cigarette. His gaze occasionally flicked towards the tightly closed bathroom door.

and restless, almost

her.

long drag from his cigarette, feeling like

stepped out

her. His striking eyes were as dark as ink, intense, and filled with

desire.

A pair of pointed

was a completely different style from before, and it was driving Nathael’s

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

locking onto her, and making

closer, her eyes teasing with a hint of mischief, looking

bobbed slightly as he moved

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

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

smile and every movement

cabinet, his

of blush, and

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

his throat, his voice

such allure, and he was

glowing with a dazzling

silent, bending down to kiss her cherry

“Mm!”

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

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soft gasp, instinctively wrapping her arms around

waist.

increasingly ragged as his kisses intensified,

she was drowning, yet oddly, she wanted to surrender. She breathed heavily, her voice low and husky. “You said you could

playfulness and

at her with

collarbone as he murmured,

it would turn out like this, she wouldn’t have bothered changing her

a realisation and looked up at the man in

an eyebrow slightly, his expression carrying a mischievous smirk, and there was a