The man's scent enveloped her completely, stimulating every nerve cell in her body.
Mu Chenshuang tried to push him away, but her body seemed to be bound by some kind of force, unable to break free.
A warm current flowed through her lower abdomen, and she could clearly feel the fetus gradually stabilizing.
Mu Chenshuang raised her eyes and met the man's deep, dark golden eyes. Fu Junheng was also looking down at her.
A wisp of smoke curled across the coffee table, carrying a rich and ambiguous aroma, burning as the two gazed at each other.
Fu Junheng slowly lowered his head, his thin lips gently caressing the woman's red lips. Their warmth touched, their breaths mingled, and their hearts trembled in their chests.
Mu Chenshuang maintained her posture of pushing the man away, but her body had been drained of strength. The man's breath surged into her mind like a tide, eroding her brain nerves and devouring her reason.
She didn't even know why she couldn't refuse this man, why she couldn't resist his scent, and even why she was somewhat captivated by his unique body fragrance.
She didn't have the strength to push him away anymore. Her waist sash had been undone by him at some point, and the cotton brocade robe slipped down her curvaceous body, leaving her only in a thin silk undergarment.
The man's large hand roamed unreservedly up the woman's slender waist, just as Mu Chenshuang's last undergarment slipped off.
Mu Chenshuang suddenly snapped back to her senses, her hazy, dreamy eyes instantly clearing and widening.
She used all her strength to push the man away and leave his embrace.
Mu Chenshuang clutched her inner garment, which had slipped down to her chest, her eyes wide and her breathing rapid as she stared at the man before her.
Fu Junheng stared at her intently, the scarlet glint in his eyes, which had concealed a wild, animalistic desire, gradually fading. His hands stiffened, and he withdrew them.
Their eyes met.
The dry, hot air gradually dissipated.
A quiet and serene space.
No one spoke; it seemed no one could utter a word.
Mu Chenshuang gradually calmed her turbulent heart, her flushed cheeks slowly returning to normal. She tightened her grip on her clothes, lowered her eyes, and whispered, "Turn around."
His tone was so calm that it was as if nothing had just happened.
Fu Junheng lowered his gaze, silently turned around, walked to the coffee table, picked up a cup of tea, and drank it all in one gulp.
Mu Chenshuang dressed as quickly as possible, took a deep breath, and looked at the man's broad back.
If once or twice could be considered an accident, then three or four times...
She couldn't deny that she had an irresistible power over him.
A brief pause.
Mu Chenshuang asked, "Your Highness, is there nothing you wish to say?"
Fu Junheng held the teacup in his hand, turning it around, standing with his back to the camera, making it impossible to see his expression or emotions.
After a while.
He put down his teacup, turned around, looked at Mu Chenshuang with deep eyes, stepped forward, stood in front of Mu Chenshuang, and reached out to lightly lift a strand of long hair from the woman's chest.
"I don't deny it, I've probably finally met a woman I can't resist, so it's inevitable that I'll lose control. I'm wondering if Princess Weiyang feels the same way?"
As he spoke, a sly glint appeared in his eyes.
Mu Chenshuang looked up and met his gaze. She didn't want to deny it; her inability to refuse was the best proof. "I guess I can't resist a noble and handsome man like Crown Prince Junheng. After all, I'm just a mortal."
Mu Chenshuang paused for a moment, then continued, "However, Crown Prince Junheng seems to care a great deal about the child in my womb?"
Her expression remained as rational and calm as ever.
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