Chapter 42 Seduction Before she could even react, Lu Jin had her firmly pinned down...
Sang Li curled her lips into a smile and walked over slowly, her silhouette blurred in the light and shadow.
It's like testing the prey.
She reached out and removed the armor and leather decorations from under her skirt, the silver metal armor hitting the ground with a thud.
It's very crisp.
Only the innermost white fitted inner skirt remained.
She stood in the sunlight, the fabric translucent, the soft light filtering through, making her look like an angel.
but.
Lu Jin's breath hitched.
He glanced at her and then turned off all the surveillance signals.
The blurriness, the attempt to conceal, makes each curve even more...like a lily bud about to bloom.
"You took off your clothes in front of me?" His voice lowered slightly. "Wasn't that going too far?"
“Metal is tiring,” Sang Li said deliberately in a protesting tone, but then her voice became slow and leisurely, “or are you hoping I’ll seduce you?”
Her tone was soft, imbued with the fragrance of rose tea.
Lu Jin's muscles tensed, sensing something was wrong. His chest pounded, a warning sign that danger was imminent.
Sang Li approached.
She raised her hand and, with a snap, slapped him across the chest, pushing him backward.
Lu Jin didn't resist; he lost his balance and fell directly onto the bed: "What are you doing?"
Sang Li lifted her skirt, bent one knee and pressed it onto the bed, leaned over, and supported herself on both sides of his body, as if she had trapped him in her shadow.
Lu Jin felt the air in his lungs suddenly tighten, and even the sunlight seemed to become scorching hot.
So bold?
Aren't you afraid of what you might do?
Did Sang Li only reveal her true nature after losing her memory? Was all that obedience just an act?
He looked up at her, a slight smile playing on his lips, but his eyes darkened as he chuckled softly, "What, what do you want? Want me to be your lover and warm your bed too?"
Sang Li's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the smile on her face slowly turned into a hint of provocation.
She leaned even lower, almost touching his lips, and said, "What's wrong? Is it not allowed?"
Every single word is burning hot!
Lu Jin shuddered.
Her voice was like a hook laced with honey, enough to steal your soul.
Lu Jin's Adam's apple bobbed, and a surge of passion welled up in his chest without him realizing it.
“Didn’t you say,” her eyes sparkled, “that you wanted to create fluctuations?”
"yes."
"Then why don't we see if you react?"
Lu Jin suddenly gasped, his brows furrowing.
The headset was already muted, but the system seemed to detect a strong heartbeat and automatically reconnected, thinking he was in danger!
Hold!
Zhou Fangyang's voice suddenly burst out: "Boss, your heart rate is rising, your body temperature is rising, and your hormone curve is changing... Boss, boss, are you okay over there? Do you need any help... huh?"
As Zhou Fangyang finished speaking, his voice became trembling.
He didn't know what had happened.
He couldn't hear or see, so he could only stare at Yu Qi and Tang Lan, trying to figure out what had happened.
Lu Jin suddenly raised his hand and flipped over!
"Hey, what are you doing!"
Before she could react, Lu Jin had firmly pinned her down beneath him.
Her hair was disheveled, and her skirt was pressed tightly under Lu Jin's knees.
Sang Li opened her eyes wide.
He rested one hand on her ear, his eyes as deep as the night sea before a storm, their breaths were close together, their chests pressed together, and even their heartbeats seemed to be intertwined.
As soon as he loosens his grip even slightly.
Their lips met, so close they were only inches apart.
Sang Li neither dodged nor pushed him away. Her face suddenly turned as red as a ripe peach, burning from the corners of her eyes to her earlobes to her neck, but her gaze towards him was surprisingly bright, like a spark in the dark night.
Lu Jin suddenly realized that Sang Li had been lying all along and was not obedient or cute at all!
Very wild.
Very realistic.
However, they usually hide it very well.
Sure enough, Sang Li smiled and did not dodge.
His slender fingers lazily hooked his ripped shirt, tracing the lines of his well-defined abdomen, slowly making their way down.
Her voice sounded like that of a cunning fox spirit: "How's the data now? Is there any fluctuation in the magnetic field? Did you put yourself on top of me to save the plan? You won't lose control like a virgin, will you? My captain, you shouldn't make such a mistake."
She kept saying he couldn't make mistakes, but her fingertips kept moving downwards, touching his lower abdomen.
The scalding muscles were like burning, hard stones.
Her fingertips were a little cold, but the fire was already burning.
Lu Jin was in pain; his whole body ached.
He clenched his teeth, his eyes burning like fire, trying to restrain himself, but unable to suppress a certain restless instinct surging within his very being.
She's flirting.
Naked, straightforward, and ruthless.
Even more so, those who are utterly reckless!
Stirring up the restlessness of a creature's primal instincts.
Lu Jin's fingers tightened, the muscles in his arm supporting her ear were clearly defined, the veins bulged, and his Adam's apple bobbed: "Let go, do you know what you're doing?"
"Of course I know." Her tone was light and flirtatious, like a teasing flirtation. "Didn't you say that the world needs 'fluctuations' to function? So I'll try my best, and you just have to bear with it."
As soon as she finished speaking, Sang Li tilted her head back slightly, her warm breath brushing against Lu Jin's chin.
Lu Jin was sweating profusely as he struggled to control his impulse.
He saw his sweat fall onto Sangli's chest, then slide down his chest until it was no longer visible.
It's tough!
Lu Jin's fingertips even trembled slightly. With his last bit of patience, he opened the call channel for a brief moment: "Zhou Fangyang, magnetic field report."
Zhou Fangyang zoomed in on the fluctuation chart; "Boss, the fluctuations are relatively smooth, but there's a slight... what are you guys doing?"
Lu Jin: "How far are we from causing the painting to collapse?"
Zhou Fangyang: "Probably two hundred times."
"..."
Sang Li asked curiously, "What was the answer?"
Lu Jin: "Not enough."
Sang Li: "Not enough?"
Lu Jin stared at her with his dark eyes, as if he wanted to see what earth-shattering things she could say.
Sang Li muttered, "But I've already tried my best, so what do you think?"
What?
As Sang Li spoke, she suddenly reached into Lu Jin's already torn shirt, her fingertips touching his burning chest.
Skin to skin.
Lu Jin's pupils suddenly dilated and contracted: !
do what!
What is she doing!
Are you out of your mind?!
Sang Li acted without hesitation, eager to try.
Lu Jin almost lost control for a moment, his body subconsciously sinking down, almost pressing down with his whole body, until the last moment when he forcefully stopped his movement, locking the almost overflowing wave tightly.
His arm, which was supporting him above her, trembled slightly, and his chest heaved violently at her touch.
The hand continued to roam freely across his chest, seemingly oblivious to the consequences.
Sang Li was like she was conducting an experiment, completely uninfluenced.
"how are you feeling?"
Was this your first time being touched by a woman?
"You see, I sacrificed myself too, right?"
"Is touching a man's chest illegal?"
"Wow, your heart is beating so fast, it's going to burn my hand."
Lu Jin felt like he was about to explode; sweat trickled down his neck and dripped into his collar.
He would rather the entire painting suddenly explode and blow him to pieces than continue to endure this torture!
The light fell down her earlobe, illuminating that soft, slightly red spot, as if it were burning.
Sang Li was also curious, "Isn't this allowed?"
Is there really no other way?
Her ears turned bright red, but she didn't stop. Instead, she asked softly, "And now? Has the data changed?"
Lu Jin knew.
No.
Definitely not, otherwise Zhou Fangyang would have reported it long ago.
Finally, Lu Jin chuckled softly, as if he had been driven to desperation, or as if he had finally resigned himself to his fate. The last vestige of clarity in his eyes had been swallowed by the burning heat, but he still gritted his teeth, maintaining the last bit of restraint: "Sang Li."
"Hmm?" She tilted her head to look at him, her lips slightly upturned, like a little fox who didn't know what was going on.
“It’s over,” he said in a low, hoarse voice, with a hint of gritted teeth. “If you move even once more, we’ll stop the mission, and I’ll grant your every wish.”
Sang Li scoffed: "Satisfy what? You couldn't even hold back, and the magnetic field hasn't fluctuated yet, which only proves one thing..."
Looking at her expression, Lu Jin suddenly wanted to tell her to shut up.
Although Sang Li was shy, she enjoyed seeing his muscles tense and couldn't help but say, "Then, that proves you're not good enough."
"You!" Lu Jin cursed.
You insist on going back and forth to "prove" this, don't you!
Let's see who's in charge now.
He was about to loosen his grip on her arm to see how panicked Sang Li would look if he kissed her.
Sudden.
Sang Li and Lu Jin froze almost simultaneously.
"Oh no," Sang Li whispered.
The next second, the doorknob moved.
It's Sloan.
But there's nowhere to hide in this house!
Besides, a large wardrobe!
"Go inside quickly."
Lu Jin's face was ashen: "I'm not going in."
Why are they letting just anyone in here!
Is that a nice place?
"Get inside," Sang Li said in a low voice, "Do you want people to think we were doing something in bed just now?"
At the same time, the doorknob had already been turned.
Lu Jin gritted his teeth, his eyes slicing through her like knives.
never mind.
The wardrobe door clicked shut.
The door opened as soon as it was closed.
Isn't this just like a cheating husband?
No, he's the other man having an affair.
Sloan came in.
He stood at the doorway, his gaze sweeping across the room before finally settling on the slightly disheveled bedding beside the bed, and then looking at Sang Li, whose face was slightly flushed.
"Who are you talking to?" His tone wasn't exactly suspicious, but it wasn't gentle either.
It was cold and icy.
Sang Li patted the pillow behind her and said matter-of-factly, "No, can't I talk to myself? I need to speak at the ball, do you want me to be mute?"
Slo stared at her without saying a word, then stepped inside.
"What?" Sang Li asked.
His gaze lingered for a moment, then he suddenly reached out to pull open the wardrobe door.
Sang Li: !
Her heart was pounding in her throat when she suddenly grabbed the lamp next to her.
If something unexpected happens, let Slo be that unexpected event!
“Slo,” she called out, feigning anger, her voice brimming with rage, “you doubt me?”
"I didn't," Slo said, but still opened the wardrobe door.
There were only a few dresses in the wardrobe.
It was empty; there was no one there.
No one should hide behind the curtains or under the bed.
Is there really no one here?
Why does he find his current paintings so strange, as if he has lost control of the entire world?
He took a step back, his tone softening slightly: "Don't be angry, I just wanted to ask you, do you want your little cakes filled with a filling, or just jam spread on top?"
“Sandwich.” Sang Li looked at him, and as she spoke, she glanced at the wardrobe again.
Lu Jin is not there.
Where are they?
Ten seconds ago.
Lu Jin stood in the cramped wardrobe, the scent of Sang Li's fingertips still lingering in his nostrils.
He frowned, raised his hand and felt around in the cracks of the wooden board. Soon, his fingertips touched a slightly raised pattern, no, it looked more like a doorknob.
And it's the kind of apartment I live in.
He opened the door, stepped inside, and found himself on familiar wooden floors, a double bed, pink sheets, and the sheer curtains of the French windows fluttering in the breeze.
This is Sang Li's room in his apartment in the city.
It does not belong to the original structure of the painting.
This place was created by her.
Apart from Sang Li, no one else could change the content of the painting at will.
She really did manage to change the painting.
So how do you make the magnetic field of a painting fluctuate?
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