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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

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lit a cigarette. His gaze

and restless, almost unable to

her.

from his cigarette, feeling like things couldn’t

later, Maggie stepped out of the

on her. His striking eyes were as dark as ink,

desire.

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

style from before,

of embarrassment. She glanced down

searing heat, locking onto

closer, her eyes teasing with a hint of mischief, looking both innocent and

slightly as he moved closer to

took a step back, but then stopped herself, meeting Nathael’s gaze briefly before looking

from the mountains, only recently taking on a human

and every

cabinet, his gaze carefully scanning her

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

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

cleared his throat, his voice deep and solemn.

allure, and he was

smile, her bright face glowing with a dazzling smile. “Do you like

time, Nathael remained silent, bending down to kiss her

“Mm!”

by him and placed on the nearby

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soft gasp, instinctively wrapping her arms around his strong

waist.

his kisses

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

playfulness and

slightly as he gazed at her with dark,

kissing her collarbone as he murmured, “Do

feeling annoyed. If she had known it would turn out like

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

his expression carrying a mischievous smirk, and there was