On Ou Shao's handsome face, his sexy thin lips curved into a beautiful arc, and a sharp glint flashed in his deep eyes.

Upon receiving the order, Steward Zhao, who was waiting nearby, quickly took it.

Ou Zihan secretly rejoiced. With your little bit of thought about escaping, do you think you can escape my discerning eyes?

Luo Xiaoyi suddenly felt defeated. It's hard to beat someone as shrewd as Young Master Ou.

The milk was served quickly. "Young Master Ou, please enjoy your meal," said Butler Zhao politely.

"Okay, you may all leave." Butler Zhao and the servants all left. Luo Xiaoyi's heart tightened, and she frowned. "Why did you send them all away? What are you planning?"

Luo Xiaoyi felt a little flustered.

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"Hehe, baby, why are you so nervous? I just want you to feed me milk."

Ou Shao's magnetic voice was captivating and alluring. She was as timid and fearful as a startled rabbit. The two blushes on her face were unusually shy and alluring, and a meaningful smile appeared on his handsome face.

At this moment, Luo Xiaoyi really wanted to slap herself. Why did she bring up drinking milk for no reason? She had fallen into Young Master Ou's trap again.

"I'll feed you milk?" She looked directly into his burning gaze, her face flushed with embarrassment. She couldn't do something so embarrassing; it was too awkward.

"It's not like it's our first kiss, why are you so shy?" His sexy, thin lips moved slightly, carrying an alluring air.

Looking at his sexy, rosy lips, Luo Xiaoyi felt her heart tremble. She tried her best to calm her racing heart.

Ha, Ou Zihan has a really sharp tongue, as if he's deliberately acting coy here.

"How can I be as shameless as you?" Luo Xiaoyi said angrily.

"Oh? I'm shameless? You mean you want me to feed you? Okay, baby, I'll do it right away."

How could this man interpret things that way? She was utterly speechless; she couldn't argue with him no matter what she did. Their thinking was clearly on completely different wavelengths.

While she was still in a daze, Ou Zihan had already taken a sip of milk and brought it to her lips. Just like that, Ou Zihan forcefully put the milk into her mouth, and she had no choice but to swallow it.

Strange? This milk tastes very sweet? Is it because sugar was added? Or is it because Young Master Ou fed her?

Luo Xiaoyi dared not think any further...

Of course, Ou Zihan wouldn't let go of her lips. He kissed her passionately, her lips warm, soft, and smooth. Ou Zihan's strong and powerful body pressed down on her, and the two of them were buried in the sofa. She was trapped in his arms. Ou Zihan was becoming more and more satisfied with just kissing her lips, and his lips began to sweep across her without restraint.

"Baby, you're so beautiful. Your face, your neck, every inch of your body is tempting me," he murmured, breathing heavily as he kissed her neck deeply, leaving a bright red hickey.

"Young Master Ou, please don't do this, let me go." Luo Xiaoyi's voice was clearly one of refusal, yet it sounded so weak and alluring.

"Baby, how can I let go of someone as alluring as you? Don't deny it, your body is so honest." His low moaning voice sprayed into her ear, so hot that it made her bones go numb.

Was her body being honest? She suddenly felt her face burning even hotter, and her whole body seemed to be burning as well. At that moment, she hated her own pathetic body!

Even though Ou Shao was a master of flirting, he did indeed catch a crucial fact: this woman said no, but her body language betrayed her.

Her coy and hesitant demeanor drove Ou Shao even crazier, making him even more unable to let her go. He even launched an even more intense offensive.

"Young Master Ou, no..."

Luo Xiaoyi felt dizzy, as if she were flying into the clouds. She had fallen into a vortex of passion and was trembling all over, almost going crazy.

She was so deeply enamored with this feeling! How incredibly dangerous!

Ou Zihan felt that the soft body of this little woman was tempting him. His desire erupted like a volcano, unstoppable. He felt hot all over and sweat was already on his forehead. His big hand had already uncontrollably reached into her clothes. The moment he touched her softness, he became even more frantic.

Startled, Luo Xiaoyi grabbed his burning hand. She seemed to snap back to reality instantly, her beautiful eyes fixed on his magnified, handsome face. His face, so close, was flawlessly perfect, indescribably alluring. A deep, dark passion flickered in his eyes, threatening to overwhelm Luo Xiaoyi with desire. This made Luo Xiaoyi incredibly nervous and afraid…

"Young Master Ou, didn't you say I should wait for you?" Luo Xiaoyi looked at him with a flushed face and slightly panting breath. Her voice was timid, as if she was afraid that if she said the wrong thing, Young Master Ou would take advantage of her in a fit of anger.

"Mmm, baby, don't keep me waiting too long." Ou Shao's warm lips covered hers again, gently caressing her, teasing her slowly and delicately. That kind of teasing French kiss was so captivating, so mesmerizing.

Luo Xiaoyi felt as if she had fallen into a tender hot spring trap, slowly sinking deeper and deeper, drowning in its gentle embrace.

Overwhelming tenderness enveloped her trembling body like warm hot spring water. The hot spring water touched her delicate skin, soft, warm, and smooth, sometimes surging and sometimes receding. That tenderness carried a bone-chilling provocation, as if it were about to ignite the fire within her body.

Suddenly, Ou Shao stopped moving, quickly slid off her soft body, and walked towards the bathroom.

When Ou Shao suddenly left, Luo Xiaoyi felt as if a piece of her heart was empty.

Feeling so hot from being teased by this devilish man, Luo Xiaoyi went to take a shower.

She lay on the soft, large bed, but to her surprise, Young Master Ou was nowhere to be seen. Where had he gone? Had he gone to his study to work?

As she pondered, she drifted off to sleep. In the hazy dream of the night, she felt as if she were pressed against Ou Shao's hard, burning chest.

In the morning, the faint scent of Ou Shao's lavender still lingered on the bed, a scent that was so captivating.

In a daze, she felt that Young Master Ou must have come back that night.

She woke up a little late and was about to be late. She was surprised not to see Young Master Ou today. Oh, had he forgotten to ask her to tie her tie? She was secretly delighted.

Butler Zhao approached her solicitously, "Young Madam, your dressing room has been prepared for you by the young master. This way, please."

"Okay." Luo Xiaoyi smiled gently and followed Butler Zhao towards the dressing room.

Stepping into this enormous dressing room, she felt as if she had entered the dressing room of an empress in an ancient palace. Wow! Inside the glass jewelry cabinets, sets of luxurious and dazzling limited-edition jewelry and diamond pieces, each one exquisitely beautiful, caught her eye.