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Jiang Wanning felt hot all over and extremely uncomfortable.

She grabbed his collar and pulled on the man's shirt with such force that she ripped off one of his shirt buttons.

Her mind was foggy, and she only knew to act on instinct.

Her hand touched Fu Chenyuan's waist and abdomen. The man's skin was cool, like a natural, walking, portable air conditioner, which made Jiang Wanning unable to resist pressing against it.

The driver was driving in front and didn't dare to glance back at all.

Jiang Wanning's voice was low and breathy, and coquettish.

"I feel terrible, I feel so terrible, Hanhan, help me, Hanhan, Hanhan..."

Fu Chenyuan's eyes were deep and unfathomable. Who was Hanhan? Was she male or female?

His hand stroked Jiang Wanning's face gently, like a lover's caress.

He spoke, his voice cool yet carrying an unspeakable allure.

"Wan Ning, tell me, who is Han Han?"

Wan Ning? Who's calling her? If you know her name, then you must know her.

She struggled to open her blurry eyes, and when she could clearly see the man's face, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It's good that it wasn't Tao Wenrui! Thank goodness it wasn't Tao Wenrui.

"You don't even know Hanhan? It's Zhihan, Su Zhihan, my best friend. You're so stupid!" After she finished speaking, it felt like a million ants were biting her.

Jiang Wanning's gaze was fixed on his thin lips.

How can a man have such beautiful lips, so red, like jelly, that makes you want to take a bite?

Jiang Wanning swallowed hard, her gaze fixed on his lips.

Waaaaah, you can't be a hooligan!

How come her heart has become so lewd now?

I really want to take a bite.

"Who are you? Do you know me? Are you going to take me to the hospital?" She asked three questions in a row, her aloof demeanor gone, revealing a charming and innocent side, both pure and alluring.

"Young Miss, my name is Shen Yuan, Fu Shen Yuan."

His gaze was fixed on her.

Something seemed to flash through her mind, but it was too fast for her to grasp.

"Fu Chenyuan? Mr. Fu, please take me to the hospital, please, please."

She was afraid that if she delayed any longer, she would lose control and molest others.

She tried to get up from Fu Chenyuan, but she was too weak to straighten up.

Her little hands moved erratically, and suddenly it seemed she touched a place she shouldn't have.

The man let out a hissing sound.

She sensed the unusual change, and her cheeks flushed even redder.

"I'm sorry!" she apologized, and as soon as she moved her hand away, she lost all strength and fell forward.

Her nose bumped into Fu Chenyuan's chest, and it ached a little.

She looked up, her eyes brimming with tears.

The effects of the medicine were even stronger, and Fu Chenyuan's voice sounded seductive.

"It's alright, Miss. You can do whatever you want. I'll let you do whatever you please."

The taut string in my mind seemed to snap because of that sentence.

Jiang Wanning could no longer control herself. She looked up like a little beast and bit Fu Chenyuan's collarbone.

No one knew that Jiang Wanning was a clavicle enthusiast.

Jiang Wanning loves painting, but the Zhao family is unwilling to spend money on it, since very few people can truly become great painters and hold their own exhibitions.

The Zhao family neither hired a teacher for her nor sent her to training classes, so Jiang Wanning taught herself.

She loves drawing people and is adept at capturing their emotions in a fleeting moment, which fascinates her.

She appreciates details, such as beautiful hands, delicate collarbones, and especially a neck hollow that could hold an egg.

At this moment, the man's shirt was unbuttoned at the top two buttons, revealing a hint of unruliness. Because of her tearing, even more buttons were exposed, and Jiang Wanning stared at his collarbone.

His skin was cool, her lips were burning hot, and the man's body trembled almost imperceptibly.

I didn't feel any disgust, perhaps because it was her.

On the contrary, he seemed to feel an urge to want more.

Jiang Wanning looked up like a ferocious beast, staring at Fu Chenyuan's handsome lips. She had lost all reason and only wanted to find the source of her desire.

Her slender arms climbed up Fu Chenyuan's neck and she bit his lips.

Yes, it was a bite; clear teeth marks were left on Fu Chenyuan's collarbone.

A sharp pain shot through my lip; it was cut open, and the taste of blood filled my mouth. It was Jiang Wanning who had bitten me.

Jiang Wanning sobbed as she pulled away from Fu Chenyuan's lips, feeling so distressed that she didn't know what to do.

She was too inexperienced; if a man didn't take the initiative, she didn't know how to do so.

She seemed to be unable to see the man's face clearly. Her red lips parted slightly, and her fingers, with a hint of seduction, touched Fu Chenyuan's brow bone.

The man's appearance is also excellent, with prominent brow bones.

Blood trickled from Fu Chenyuan's lips, making his handsome face appear even more alluring.

He gazed intently at Jiang Wanning's slightly parted red lips, then lowered his head and gently captured her lips in his mouth.