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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 completely different from before.

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a cigarette. His gaze occasionally flicked towards the tightly closed bathroom door. His eyes

feeling dry–mouthed and restless, almost unable

her.

drag from his cigarette, feeling like things couldn’t keep going like

later, Maggie stepped out

glanced up, his eyes pausing on her. His striking eyes were as dark as ink, intense, and filled with

desire.

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

before, and it

She glanced down briefly

heat, locking onto her, and

teasing with a hint of mischief,

he moved closer to her.

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

mountains, only recently taking on a human form. She carried with her

and every

the cabinet, his gaze carefully scanning her features.

neck had a hint of blush, and she toyed with the tail

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

throat, his voice deep and solemn. “Yeah.”

allure, and he

face glowing with a dazzling smile. “Do you like it?”

remained silent, bending down to kiss her cherry

“Mm!”

lifted by him and placed on the nearby low cabinet.

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soft gasp, instinctively wrapping her arms around his strong

waist.

became increasingly ragged as his kisses intensified, coming

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

tone carried a hint of playfulness

slightly as he gazed at her with dark,

murmured, “Do you believe everything I

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

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

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