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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 different outfit, opting for a short orange

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a cigarette. His gaze occasionally flicked towards the tightly

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

her.

from his cigarette, feeling like

Maggie stepped out of the bathroom.

her. His striking eyes were as dark as ink,

desire.

her waist tightly cinched. A pair of pointed

style from before, and it was driving Nathael’s senses wild.

of embarrassment. She glanced

a searing heat, locking onto her, and making her

teasing with a hint of mischief, looking both innocent

slightly as he moved

Nathael’s gaze briefly before looking away. Her fingers

from the mountains, only recently taking on a human

every

cabinet, his gaze

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

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

his voice deep

resist such allure, and

glowing with a dazzling smile. “Do

Nathael remained silent, bending down to kiss her cherry

“Mm!”

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

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out a soft gasp, instinctively wrapping her arms

waist.

his kisses intensified, coming in

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

of playfulness and a touch

at her with

kissing her collarbone as he murmured, “Do

feeling annoyed. If she had known it would turn

a realisation and looked up at the man in front of

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