In the boudoir of the Bincheng branch manager.
Three different types of calming aromatherapy diffusers were burning in the air, and soothing music flowed through the space, releasing a tranquil atmosphere.
In this soothing and tranquil space, Shirin sat on the bed, quietly reading an unnamed book.
Wearing a white silk robe and stockings, her legs were crossed. She leaned back against the headboard, glasses on, with a book between her legs.
Her fingertips gently turned the pages of the book, her movements devoid of any worldly concerns.
Her intellectual aura blended seamlessly with the space, appearing perfectly natural; it was almost impossible to notice her without careful observation.
She had maintained this posture for a long time since Ning Feng left, long enough that her emotions had calmed down and she was able to truly sort out her inner thoughts.
"..."
For an elf, losing their first kiss is a very serious matter that must be taken very seriously.
But she felt no anger, only some resentment and shyness.
Was it because of Ning Feng's identity? Was it his talent that made him look at him differently? Or was it because he helped him, like a savior taking on all the mistakes he had made?
There may be some of these reasons, and these factors combined made Xilin develop a certain fondness for Ning Feng.
So, do I like Ning Feng?
There may be some, but for now, it might be more appropriate to call this feeling "interest".
What am I expecting?
Yes... there are some.
It was a completely new feeling; no one had ever shown her their desires like that before.
If I hadn't pushed him away before, perhaps now...
No, that's too fast!
Nothing was explained clearly, and she still couldn't accept continuing like this.
Rather, the act of kissing alone was already extremely outrageous for her.
call……
Thinking of this, my fingertips suddenly stopped, and my body had a strange feeling, a slight warmth, but it didn't make me feel uncomfortable.
These symptoms had persisted for some time, and although they were gradually subsiding, the feeling would occasionally remind her of the scene from earlier.
My mood changed, my breathing became different, and the whole room had a different atmosphere.
The long-standing desolate space has been transformed by the intrusion of a man.
With a blush and a hint of shyness on her face, Xilin silently closed the book in her hands.
Involuntarily, Shirin thought of that weak yet willful and mysterious fellow, and murmured:
What is he doing right now?
...
...
What is Ning Feng doing?
Shirin probably doesn't want to know.
He has just gone through a fierce battle and is now in a ceasefire and rest period.
There was once a joke circulating online that said when a novice meets another novice, that would be the greatest torment in the world.
What you learn from books is never enough; you must put it into practice to truly understand.
Although Ning Feng claimed to be well-read and a resource browsing expert, he actually had little confidence in his practical abilities.
At the beginning, he certainly didn't have the upper hand.
He had just recovered and was weak, and was far behind his opponent in strength, speed, endurance, and stamina.
Even so, he managed to hold his own against his opponent thanks to his talent, since his opponent was also a complete novice.
But after that very first battle, everything began to change.
Before Jiang Wan had even had a proper rest, Ning Feng's physique had already restored him to its original state, and he had even become stronger.
Perhaps this behavior catered to the nature within her bloodline, greatly stimulating the originally withered and decadent succubus bloodline.
The compatibility between Ning Feng and the succubus bloodline is greatly improved!
Various techniques were instilled into his mind as if he had practiced them many times, and he began to improve rapidly with astonishing momentum.
Meanwhile, as the battle progressed, the succubus bloodline within him continued to be activated, and the charm emanating from him was also increasing wildly.
His breath, his touch, even his sweat... all became maddening catalysts.
In the second round, the opponent did not put up a fight for long before falling into a complete slump and suffering defeat after defeat.
A defeat is like a landslide; once a defeat occurs, the consequences are unimaginable.
In the third and fourth rounds, it was a complete one-sided thrashing...
The subsequent battles can be summarized as following a set pattern.
[They launched an attack, encountered resistance... but pressed on and broke through the defenses!]
The enemy's defeat is imminent! Charge! Charge! Charge!
[...]
Ningfeng has achieved a complete victory.
Finally, he popped the champagne in celebration.
[Pfft!]
"ha……"
Soaking in the bathtub, Jiang Wan stared blankly at the bathroom ceiling, her head spinning.
It was done.
I actually did it.
Driven by a sudden impulse, I finally embarked on this path.
However, she had already prepared herself for this scenario in her mind.
Although it was slightly different from what I had expected, these details didn't matter.
After all, he now belongs to her, and she now belongs to him.
My long-cherished wish of more than ten years has finally come true.
She has no regrets.
Splash...
A pair of arms wrapped around Jiang Wan's slender waist from behind, pulling her into their embrace and letting her head rest against their chest.
There was no further physical contact; the two seemed to have entered a state of tranquility, quietly enjoying this warm moment.
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