...
At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing's originally cold and aloof upper body was already flushed with an alluring blush.
She lay obediently on the soft bed, letting Xuan Hao's large, warm hands roam and caress her body.
At first, this extremely insecure kitten was as tense as a fully drawn bow, even its breathing was cautious.
But as Xuan Hao's precise and skillful massage techniques continued, her deep-seated guard was gradually dispelled, and she softened, even unconsciously immersing herself in and enjoying this rare relaxation and peace of mind.
Xuanhao was very patient.
It's natural for a girl to be nervous during such intimate contact for the first time, and a sufficiently long and gentle prelude to relaxation is essential.
If you don't even pay attention to the atmosphere and rush in to pounce and bite each other haphazardly, it will only make the other person feel confused and unable to experience any romance, let alone break down their psychological defenses.
We need to take it slow, gradually creating that ambiguous, almost flirtatious atmosphere so that she's completely captivated.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhu Zhuqing turned her head, her watery eyes gazing at Xuan Hao.
At this moment, the awkwardness and restraint she had shown when she first entered the room were completely gone from her eyes.
Her cold and aloof facade had faded, replaced by a gentle and unyielding warmth.
"How about..." Zhu Zhuqing bit her moist red lips, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum, "I... I'll help you too?"
Xuan Hao paused slightly, raised an eyebrow in surprise, and looked at her with a half-smile: "Oh?
You can do it?"
His teasing made Zhu Zhuqing's face instantly become even more unnatural, and even her slender neck turned pink.
She looked away, muttering in embarrassment and annoyance, "Rongrong and the others... secretly held me down and taught me some things..."
Upon hearing this, Xuan Hao couldn't help but chuckle softly.
He leaned down, his chest pressed tightly against Zhu Zhuqing's smooth, warm back, feeling the girl beneath him instinctively tremble.
Then, he stretched out his arms and naturally embraced her slender waist.
With a slight exertion of his waist, Xuan Hao flipped over.
In a dizzying moment, their positions were instantly reversed.
Xuan Hao lay comfortably on the bed, while Zhu Zhuqing exclaimed and leaned against his firm chest.
"Sure."
Xuan Hao put his hands behind his head and looked at the little kitten lying on him, blushing and at a loss for what to do.
"Since you've already had a crash course, then... I'll take a good rest and enjoy Zhu Qing's techniques."
...
The next morning.
The first ray of golden light pierced through the window, bathing the entire room in a warm, rosy glow.
The golden-red cocoon that separated heaven and earth last night has quietly disappeared, leaving only a room full of enchanting beauty, like the lingering charm of a spring dream.
Zhu Zhuqing's thick, long eyelashes trembled slightly as her consciousness gradually rose from the depths of her sleep.
However, as soon as she opened her eyelids a crack, she was met with a pair of azure eyes.
Xuan Hao had been awake for an unknown amount of time.
He was now lying on his side beside her, one hand supporting his chin.
His eyes were fixed on her face without any concealment, burning with an unyielding fire that left her nowhere to hide.
"...What's wrong?"
Her voice still carried a hint of sleepiness and languor.
As soon as she finished speaking, those embarrassing and shameful scenes from last night flooded back into her mind like a burst dam.
Zhu Zhuqing felt a surge of heat rush to her cheeks, her fair and jade-like face instantly turning crimson.
She instinctively shrank further into the blankets, wishing she could hide her entire face inside.
Xuan Hao's thin lips curved slightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, and he didn't speak.
He simply leaned down slowly and approached her unhurriedly.
He first gently sealed her two moist and soft lips, caressing them tenderly.
Then his lips moved to her burning hot cheeks, finally sliding down to her long, fair neck, lingering slowly with a touch of wanton possession.
A warm, gentle breath came from the side of her neck, and a tingling sensation spread up her body in waves.
Zhu Zhuqing's heart skipped a beat for no reason, her breathing became a little rapid, and even her fingertips trembled slightly.
"Don't..."
She weakly raised her hand, trying to push away the mountain-like chest pressing down on her, her voice filled with obvious pleading, "It's getting late, Aunt Yuehua and the others must have gotten up by now, shouldn't we—"
"What's there to be afraid of?"
Xuan Hao completely ignored her struggles, and instead grabbed her soft, boneless hands in his palm.
His voice was filled with the languidness and domineering nature unique to early morning, like a warm, heavy rock pressing on one's chest, making it hard to breathe.
"There's nothing important to do today, just discussing how to settle Tang San. Anyway, you don't usually like to get involved in their troublesome affairs, so we can sleep a little longer here."
"Besides—even if we went now, what help could we possibly offer?"
Before she finished speaking, her movements didn't stop for a second; in fact, they intensified, spreading downwards with an undeniable aggressive force, completely blocking all her escape routes.
"Hmm..."
Zhu Zhuqing closed her eyes in despair, her eyes glistening with tears, almost as if she had been bullied to tears by this bastard.
She now fully understands what Ning Rongrong meant when she said, "If you make a few more moves, you won't be afraid of him at all; on the contrary, you'll be hoping he'll find someone else soon."
It wasn't just something she said in anger; it was genuine advice from someone who had been through it all, learned through blood and tears!
Rongrong is telling the truth! Once this guy gets into it, he just can't stop!
Xuan Hao was like a monster with unlimited energy, completely unaware of what fatigue was.
After most of the night had been spent in passionate lovemaking, her body was already exhausted.
At this moment, every bone in her body felt hollow, her limbs were weak and powerless, and she was almost out of strength to resist.
The towering waves, one after another, washed away her last shred of reason, turning her brain into a honey-like paste, making even thinking a luxury.
In the end, she could only curl up in his palm like a completely tamed kitten, letting him take whatever he wanted, powerless to fight back.
...
It wasn't until noon, when the sun was high in the sky, that a slight movement finally came from Xuan Hao's tightly closed room.
Xuan Hao pushed open the door and walked out, looking refreshed.
He originally planned to carry the limp Zhu Zhuqing all the way to the restaurant.
After all, after a whole night and half a morning of fussing, the little cat's strength had long been exhausted, and her legs were as weak as noodles.
But the inherent strength and aloof pride of this ghostly cat ultimately overcame its physical exhaustion.
Are you kidding me?
If he really carried her over so casually, and Rongrong and Xiaowu saw her looking so weak that she couldn't even walk, she didn't know how much those girls who loved to watch the drama would laugh at her for the next ten days or so!
To preserve the last shred of her dignity as a cold-blooded assassin, Zhu Zhuqing gritted her teeth and refused Xuan Hao's embrace.
Despite her aching and trembling legs, she forced herself to walk out of the room step by step.
When the two finally arrived at Yuexuan's private restaurant, Tang Yuehua had already instructed the kitchen to prepare a sumptuous lunch.
Hearing footsteps at the door, the girls sitting at the table all looked up.
Zhu Zhuqing followed closely behind Xuan Hao, her usually aloof and wary face now flushed with a bright blush that she couldn't shake off.
She kept her head down, her eyes darting around, not daring to meet anyone's gaze at the table. Her hands unconsciously clutched the hem of her clothes.
She looked as docile as a house cat that had just been thoroughly groomed and had all its claws put away.
Seeing this, the atmosphere at the dinner table became unusually quiet.
Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, Dugu Yan, and Na'er exchanged glances, all knowingly sharing a knowing look, and none of them made any jokes.
After all, we've all been there, and we all know how terrifying Xuan Hao can be when he starts tormenting people.
That kind of stamina and endurance, like a tsunami, is simply not something a normal human being should have!
The fact that Zhu Qing managed to walk over to lunch without fainting on the bed shows her incredible willpower and strong martial spirit physique.
How could they possibly have the nerve to make fun of her when she's down?
Of all the people in the restaurant, Tang Yuehua was the one with the most complicated thoughts.
Looking at Zhu Zhuqing's charming appearance, with her face as beautiful as a peach blossom and her eyes full of spring, and then at Xuan Hao's contented expression after eating and drinking to his heart's contentment,
Tang Yuehua maintained a dignified and proper smile on the surface as she invited them to sit down, but her hand hidden under the table couldn't help but tighten her handkerchief, and a sour feeling inexplicably welled up in her heart.
It can only be said that this noble and elegant Aunt Yuehua is still too "lacking in practical experience".
So far, she has only experienced Xuan Hao's proper, minimalist massage.
If one day she were to truly experience firsthand Xuan Hao's unrestrained and "improper" rage...
Then she would never have the leisure to be jealous or quarrelsome again!
Occasionally indulging in a "little game" once or twice is indeed addictive and full of fun.
But if Xuan Hao, that monster with boundless energy, really sets his sights on someone, and he keeps doing this day and night...
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