I, Ning Feng, am twenty-two years old and have been single for over forty years in total, having lived two lives.
Where have you ever suffered such injustice?
You tell me to lie down there, so I'll lie down there?
Oh.
It's not like I've never seen a woman before...
"So, and then what?"
Bare-chested, Ning Feng lay obediently on the cold metal bed, his brows furrowed incessantly.
"Oh? You're not going to resist at all?"
Xilin found Ning Feng's quick acceptance somewhat amusing.
What are you doing? You're already lying down, your body is telling the truth, why do you still look like you've given up on life?
"First of all, why resist the doctor? Secondly, I don't think you'll harm me."
At most, he's just lusting after my body. What do I, a grown man, have to be afraid of?
If that's the case, please increase the intensity and don't pity me just because I'm a delicate flower!
Of course, these were all jokes. The real reason was that Ning Feng didn't sense "that" scent from Dr. Lin.
After becoming a half-succubus, Ning Feng seemed to be able to read pheromones and sense other people's thoughts from their scent.
Fear, joy, anger... and desire.
Although Dr. Lin exuded an alluring fragrance, it didn't smell like someone wanted to devour you; rather, it smelled intriguing.
The desire to thoroughly study Ning Feng was far too intense.
Ning Feng understood what this meant.
This means that, so far, in Dr. Lin's eyes, he is no different from a lab rat on the experimental table.
It's interesting material, not someone of the opposite sex who interests you.
"To be honest, who knows why all the men I meet are this type of bad woman?"
This is frustrating, but if someone is pretty enough, they can be quite charming in a way.
The reason Ning Feng kept frowning at this moment was for no other reason than this.
The main problem is that this all-metal testing platform is really...
It feels so cool!
Aren't you going to heat it up for me?
Having read Ning Feng's expression, Xilin put down her hot drink and slowly walked to the experimental table.
"Haha, sorry, I forgot that you're only at Tier 1 right now, and succubi have also enhanced their sensitivity."
Turning on the operating light, Xilin gently touched the center of Ning Feng's chest with her warm fingers and asked teasingly:
Do you know what I'm going to do?
Feeling the heat from his fingertips to his chest, Ning Feng understood what it meant to enhance sensitivity.
Even though Dr. Lin's touch was nothing more than a casual gesture, it sent a unique kind of stimulation through his heart, like a gentle caress over something soft and hard, which excited him.
"I don't know... hiss."
Ning Feng involuntarily took a deep breath, barely managing to suppress the desire rising in his heart.
If you were to lift it up here, your life would probably be over!
Noticing Ning Feng's reaction, Xilin seemed to understand something, and the atmosphere between the two began to become somewhat strange.
She subtly shifted her gaze away, but her fingers didn't leave; instead, they slowly slid down and stopped an inch above her navel.
Shirin's intellectual face changed to another expression, a mischievous grin on her face:
"So you dare to lie on this bed? Do you know what kind of people have lain on this bed before?"
“Murderers, rapists, instigators… all sorts of evil people who have committed various crimes are lying on this bed, living a life worse than death.”
Ning Feng felt a slight chill run through his body as he truly felt the sinister malice emanating from the iron bed beneath him.
"And what became of them..."
Xilin's fingertips slid up and down Ning Feng's chest, as if she was deliberately teasing Ning Feng's senses, but her gaze kept wandering and never met his.
"The result? They all died, without exception! Now, are you scared?"
Ignoring the chill behind him, Ning Feng deliberately met her gaze and stared intently as he spoke:
"I'm scared, but I trust Dr. Lin that you won't hurt me."
I bet your gun is empty!
But what he didn't expect was that the moment their eyes met, Dr. Lin turned his head away as if he had been electrocuted and withdrew his finger.
Um?
Ning Feng slightly twitched his nose and caught a strange smell. As if instinctively, he sincerely said again:
"I trust you."
(Things seem to be getting a little interesting~)
A faint pink blush crept up Shirin's neck, and she finally understood what it felt like to experience a scene she had read about in a novel.
Why would there be such a mindless and idiotic description?
The moment she heard his voice, she truly felt the emotions it contained and couldn't help but want to believe him.
"Okay, okay, you don't need to repeat yourself! Really..."
Pouting, Xilin reached out and pinched Ning Feng's waist, tugging at it in a fit of anger.
"You only know how to use sweet talk to deceive women. People like you should be arrested."
But her rosy cheeks made her look less fierce and more like a shy young girl.
Seeing her such a big reaction and change, Ning Feng couldn't help but feel a strange ripple in his heart.
perhaps……
Shirin also realized that her mindset was not right, so she took a deep breath and quickly calmed herself down.
She was a little confused. Why was this happening?
Is the attraction emanating from his bloodline really that strong?
Or was it because of his previous amazing performance that I subconsciously regarded him as a future legend and treated him as an equal of the opposite sex?
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