Like coaxing a child.

“Qiaoqiao… I never felt that you had taken my place. I’ve always known that you are innocent.” His hoarse, magnetic voice came from above me.

You are innocent.

Hearing him say those words himself, my throat tightened, and I felt an urge to cry.

No, he's lying to me!

"You, surnamed Fu, let me go! I don't believe your nonsense..." I said harshly, punching and kicking him.

Fu Yanshen was so badly beaten by my fancy but ineffective punches that he quickly let go of me, grabbed me, and begged me in a low voice, "Okay, okay, let's go buy some wine."

That's more like it.

He took my hand and we walked along the bustling lakeside. Soon, I saw a street lined with bars and was about to rush over.

Fu Yanshen wrapped his arms around my waist from behind.

“Over there, let’s take a car to buy it.” He pointed to the car parked by the roadside.

"I'm exhausted from taking the car..." I said lazily.

Before long, I was sitting in a clean, tidy, comfortable and spacious luxury car, and Fu Yanshen helped me fasten my seat belt.

"Xiao Fu, where are we going to buy wine? I want to drink... Royal Salute!"

I tilted my head, looked at the exquisitely dressed, aloof and ascetic man, and asked with a smile.

He turned to look at me, a smile playing on his lips, his eyes filled with doting affection, "Let's go—"

"vomit!"

Suddenly, a wave of nausea washed over me, and I leaned against his shoulder.

The unpleasant, sour smell filled my mouth and nose, and I frowned.

"Ancestor, ancestor."

Fu Yanshen gritted his teeth and spat out two words.

"It stinks!" I moved away from him, staring at the filth on his shoulder, pinching my nose in utter disgust. "I'm getting off!"

Fu Yanshen shifted his gaze from my shoulder, looked at me with annoyance, then looked helpless, "Sheng Qiaoqiao, you're really my ancestor."

Me: "My dear grandson, call me... Grandma, no, Great-Grandma, Great-Great-Grandma..."

Fu Yanshen glared at me, picked up the walkie-talkie, and said, "Go to the nearest five-star hotel, quick."

After he finished speaking, he carefully and slowly took off his suit jacket, wrapped the filth in it, wrapped the jacket tightly, and threw it away like a hot potato.

He looked disgusted.

When I regained consciousness, I was lying next to a luxurious, white sink, with a pleasant, refreshing woody scent in the air.

My mouth was parched, and I was given a sip of water.

"Rinse your mouth, spit it out, don't, don't swallow it again, my goodness!"

The man's voice was very noisy. I snatched the glass from his hand, tilted my head back, and couldn't wait to drink the water.

"Sheng Qiaoqiao, this is tap water!"

In the struggle, the water in the cup splashed all over my shirt chest.

The thin chiffon fabric clung uncomfortably to my chest, and I angrily unbuttoned it, took it off, and threw the shirt at the man's face.

His red chiffon shirt slipped down, revealing a flushed face and bloodshot eyes, his burning gaze fixed on my... chest.

I was only wearing a tight black bra with lace trim on my upper body.

Suddenly, I felt the temperature rise sharply, making it difficult to breathe. My throat felt parched and burning. I couldn't help but move my feet, my calves felt weak, and my body softly bumped into the man's hard, hot chest.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and the strong scent of male hormones tantalized every cell in my body. I tiptoed and eagerly approached his lips, opened my mouth, and passionately kissed his thin lips, my dry tongue probing inside.

He froze, letting me suckle wantonly in his mouth.

"Mmm...uh..."

The man's warm palms soothed my sensitive lower back, while his other hand cupped the back of my head. He took the initiative, returning my kiss with a fierce and wild passion, his hot and hard body pressed tightly against mine.

Through the fabric, my softness rubbed against his hardness, sparking flames and sending electric currents through my veins. A deadly, ambiguous feeling surged through my blood, yearning for more passion.

The kiss continued without pause, from the sink to the luxurious bed.

...

"Qiaoqiao...look carefully, who am I? Or do you want me to?"

In my hazy vision, Fu Yanshen's flushed, handsome face hung above me, his hot, short breaths filling my nostrils, and large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

Because of his restraint and self-control, the veins on his forehead and arms bulged, and his muscles became even more rigid, exuding a seductive sexual tension.

I gasped for breath, my heart pounding.

The unbearable emptiness deep within my body made me want to cry, so I instinctively straightened up and kissed him passionately.

Long-forbidden desires, once unleashed, became uncontrollable...