Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

This woman only had him?

Mu Yazhe was quite surprised.

He thought she had married or even had another man.

Thus, the man pinched her face while harboring a bit of mischief. It was extraordinarily smooth and supple to the touch, as if it were free of any cosmetics.

“Come; I’ll teach you.”

He clutched her hand and moved it toward his collar. His long fingers held hers upright and hooked them on his bowtie. He carefully guided her. “Untie it.”

Untie it…

Yun Shishi’s eyes went vacant, just like a soulless doll. As if she were possessed by a demon, she tugged at his exquisite bowtie.

“Untie.”

She inhaled a deep chilling breath and gulped. She placed her hands on his chest and, taking her sweet time, she clumsily undid the buttons of his shirt.

Dissatisfied with her slow movement, he bit her lower lip in punishment.

She only lowered her flushed face. Her fingers, as fair as jade, undid his buttons one by one.

Everything he wore was commissioned and was made to the finest detail. Every button was securely fastened, so it was hard to take off.

She pursed her lips, her cheeks gradually becoming scalding hot. When she looked up, she only saw raw desire in his eyes.

“You—”

Before she could finish her words, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his embrace.

He lifted her chin with his long fingers and, with eyes slanted, he kissed her exploringly. He pushed into her slightly parted lips and entwined her sweetness with his.

The taste of red wine lingered in their lips.

Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and a scarlet flush crept into her cheeks.

He supported his half-seated body with one hand and circled her waist domineeringly with the other.

He adjusted his body and leaned on the sofa more, proceeding to pull her into a sitting position on his lap. With one hand on her waist, he held her nape with another hand and mashed their lips together more deeply.

He traced her lips lightly, smoothly, and softly. A tiny jolt of electricity seemed to have flown through with his touch. A heart-quivering sensation then spread to her limbs and bones, and her body unknowingly heated up in response.

She seemed to be in somewhat of a loss, as she did not know how to react to the kiss. Slowly, even her breathing became erratic and labored.

The Creator was simply magical. The masculinity of men and the femininity of women came together in perfect harmony.

His kiss had a frightening charm, as it could remind her of the memories she had buried deep inside her.

The man gave an evil smirk. His long, icy fingers removed her shoulder straps, indifferently took off her clothes, and barely ghosted up her nape.

Her heart slightly clenched, and she reached out to grab his hand.

A faint smile crept across his mouth. He flipped his hand around to grab her fingertips and led them to the front of his body.

As her fingertips met his buttons, her face instantly turned red.

With the tip of their noses touching, he licked and kissed the side of her lips and said in a gentle voice, “Help me.”

…

His kisses traveled downward to her eyes, the tip of her nose, the side of her lips, and her chin. Thereafter, he gently wrung open a button on her blouse and, with his teeth gnawing at her sash, he loosened it slowly.

He then raised his face, his smoldering eyes gazing penetratingly and his lips grinning sinisterly.

He unbuttoned her blouse indifferently.

She tried to regain her sanity as she pushed his shoulders away with whatever strength she had, but her mind became increasingly hazier as it fled elsewhere…