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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

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

and restless, almost unable to

her.

his cigarette, feeling like things couldn’t keep

minutes later, Maggie stepped out of the

on her. His striking eyes were as

desire.

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

different style from before, and it was

sudden wave of embarrassment. She glanced down briefly before

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

move closer, her eyes teasing with a

as he

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

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

every

pressed her against the cabinet, his gaze carefully

a hint of blush, and she toyed with the tail behind her, asking once more,

his uncontrollable

cleared his throat, his voice deep

one could resist such allure, and

but smile, her bright face glowing with a dazzling smile.

bending down to kiss her

“Mm!”

placed on the nearby low cabinet. The

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soft gasp, instinctively wrapping her arms

waist.

breath became increasingly ragged as his kisses intensified, coming in

to surrender. She breathed heavily, her voice low and husky. “You

hint of playfulness and

gazed at her with dark,

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

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

at the man in front of her, only to catch his

smirk, and