The taciturn man had specifically brought her along on this business trip—wasn’t it just to satisfy his own beastly desires?
As his considerate and understanding wife, it was only natural to indulge the man’s peculiar tastes.
After all, she was quite confident in her own figure.
She rose and walked over to sit beside Fu Yunting. Her soft, boneless little hand slowly crept up his thigh.
“President Fu, is it pretty?”
Fu Yunting didn’t answer her question. Instead, his calloused hand had already slipped in through her plunging neckline.
The woman’s magnificent landscape was protected only by a single layer of ultra-thin lace.
His fingertips danced deliberately—yet seemingly casually—across that magnificent terrain.
Sheng Yuyue was so sensitive that both her hands began pinching wildly between the man’s legs.
Fortunately, Fu Yunting tightened his thighs just in time as her hands moved, dodging her “poisonous grip.”
“Secretary Sheng, be careful.”
“If you break it, you won’t be having a good time.”
Hearing his words, a faint blush crept up Sheng Yuyue’s ears.
This man could always make every sentence drip with innuendo.
“Rare to see you shy.”
Fu Yunting didn’t miss the flush behind her ears, and seemed quite satisfied with her reaction.
Having crossed swords with her twice, each time evenly matched with no clear victor, he’d begun to doubt whether his skills were lacking.
Finally, for once, this woman had given him a sense of accomplishment.
Making him believe in himself again.
The plane glided smoothly through the sky, but the breathing of the two in the cabin was anything but steady.
With fourteen hours of flight time, they’d spent a full ten hours locked in combat.
The previous two times, due to the constraints of place and time, they’d both ended in haste.
This time, they both felt thoroughly and completely satisfied.
After it was over, Sheng Yuyue washed up, casually wrapped herself in a bath towel, and—caring nothing for appearances—collapsed into bed and fell asleep.
So it turned out she wasn’t naturally blessed with stamina—it was just that the taciturn bastard hadn’t been putting in any real effort before.
This infuriating yet utterly delightful exhaustion.
When Fu Yunting finished washing up, he saw a fuzzy little head peeking out from under the covers and knew—this woman had finally been worn out by him.
A barely perceptible smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He lifted the covers from the other side and lay down as well.
The woman seemed to sense a source of warmth and scooted closer to him. A slender arm looped around his waist, and she sank back into deep sleep.
Fu Yunting had never had the experience of sharing a bed with anyone. Suddenly being approached so intimately by a woman, he found himself momentarily unsure how to react.
He thought it over—it was probably acceptable to hold her, wasn’t it?
The alluring natural scent of her body made him unconsciously want to hold her and sleep soundly as well.
Well then, he’d reluctantly give her a hug.
He slipped one arm beneath Sheng Yuyue’s neck and gently drew her into his embrace.
Closing his eyes, he soon fell asleep as well.
When Sheng Yuyue woke up, she found herself already in a hotel room.
Apparently Fu Yunting had carried her off the plane, and she hadn’t known a thing the entire way.
How exhausted had she been?!
She threw off the covers.
Damn it.
Hadn’t that bastard even bothered to help her put her clothes on?
How exactly had he carried her off the plane?
Before Sheng Yuyue could figure it out, she discovered yet another thing—her body was covered in bruises and red marks of all sizes.
Fu Yunting was a dog, absolutely he was.
She got up, about to head to the bathroom to wash up, and the moment her feet touched the floor, she collapsed.
Gripping the edge of the bed, she pulled herself back up, slowly adjusting to the strength in her legs before she shuffled her way toward the bathroom.
As she washed up, the stinging sensation made her grit her teeth once again.
That bastard really didn’t hold back in his plowing.
She supposed it was lucky she hadn’t died on that plane, right?