Translator:
Atlas Studios
Editor:
Atlas Studios
Impotent and issues with premature ejaculation?
Fu Qinglun’s face sank. His fair-skinned palms pressed against the woman’s buttocks forcefully and pulled her towards his body. When he smiled, it showed a trace of displeasure.
Trying to trigger me, hm? Mrs Fu, you don’t need to use such a method to make me give you the attention you crave. I know women have their own desires too. You haven’t had sex the past three years haven’t you? Since you’re yearning for it, I’ll definitely satisfy your desires tonight!
…
This man was ridiculously imaginative.
Both of them were huddled together intimately. The woman’s exquisite body was pressed against his forceful one, forming a intimate and stimulating visual impact. Lin Shiyu tried to push him away but failed. Stretching out her fair little hand, she teased a few locks of her lustrous hair behind one ear and drawled,
Mr Fu, let go of me. You’re hurting me.
Hurting you?
Fu Qinglun chuckled coldly, his voice a deep baritone,
Just where does it hurt?
…
He probably did it intentionally. After all, there were so many people in the hall. Was he taking advantage of the fact that his mother was not far away?
Lin Shiyu gave him a cold and sharp stare as her fair hands caressed his handsome face.
Fu Qinglun pupils darkened. He glared at the woman,
Do you know what you’re doing?
Of course. I’m caressing your face and seducing you.
…
This woman even dared to admit that she was seducing him!
Ever since I came back, Young Master Fu, you’ve looked impetuous and keep trying to take advantage of me. I think you’re the one who has been wanting to have sex for the past three years. Don’t tell me you’ve never touched another woman while I was away?
Faced with this question, Fu Qinglun’s face turned stiff and awkward. The pair of clear and bright eyes was still staring coldly at him, as if they could see through his thoughts.
He immediately pushed her away and sneered,
Don’t think too highly of yourself.
After speaking, he left the venue.
Finally, she had gotten rid of him. Lin Shiyu stared at Fu Qinglun’s departing silhouette. Even after three years, this man was still the same—he still couldn’t stand her ridiculing methods.
At this moment, she spotted Lin Ruoxi who was staring at her in jealousy and evident enmity. It was likely she had witnessed everything that was going on between them.
Lin Ruoxi had a clear view of what had happened. Biting her lip, she couldn’t hold back on the envy she felt when seeing the pair pressed together so intimately. She wished she could was the who was so close to Fu Qinglun, able to caress his handsome face.
Such jealousy only turned into resentment. She would not let that btch, Lin Shiyu, get her way.
Lin Shiyu looked at Lin Ruoxi and made a hand gesture with her thumbs down.
Utterly disdainful and provocative.
Arrogant and dismissive.
Lin Ruoxi was so angry she wanted to vomit blood.
At this moment, the hall’s door was pushed open and Gu Mohan entered the scene with Tang Mo’er. The stars of tonight’s show had finally arrived.
Tang Mo’er wore a white sequinned dress, her black silky hair had been tied up into an elegant bun, revealing her soft and beautiful face. The long, fitting maxi dress she had on curved harmoniously over her body, revealing a luscious part of her back and outlined her perfect figure with curves in all the right places. She was simply too beautiful for words.
As they walked in, her arm were hooked elegantly across Gu Mohan’s muscular arm. Gu Mohan was clad in a black tuxedo which was sinfully lavish and elegant, his demeanor akin to the manner of an arrogant ruler.
Mo’er, you’re here,
greeted Lin Shiyu as she came forward to meet the two.
Tang Mo’er retracted her hand and went to Lin Shiyu. The two of them started gossiping quietly,
Shiyu, do you think all men are vulgar when it comes to sex?
