Huo Qinglin glanced down at her and then planted a hard kiss on her face like a reward. "Even if you hadn’t ntioned it, I was planning to tear them apart. Lin Banxia dared provoke ; there’s no way I’ll let her live in peace. Just wait—tomorrow, I’ll go find her and let her hear what my brother said to my grandfather. She needs to stop daydreaming. Does she really think my brother genuinely loves her? How laughable. If she didn’t have that plot of land, who would even give her a second look?"
The real reason Huo Qinglin couldn’t let it go was because he hadn’t yet possessed Lin Banxia’s body.
That ti on the yacht, when he saw Lin Banxia all dressed up, he realized just how stunningly beautiful she could be.
At that mont, he had already decided that on the night of their successful engagent, he was going to take her for himself.
Unfortunately, after he’d started to feel sothing for her, she had turned around and trampled on his masculine pride. Thinking back on it, Huo Qinglin only wanted to tornt her to death in bed even more.
Lu Huan Ning, anwhile, preferred this interpretation. It put her mind at ease, making her smile.
Huo Qinglin noticed the tears still clinging to her face, yet her lips were curved into a smile. His mind instantly went back to that day on the yacht, to Lin Banxia’s breathtaking rmaid-like allure. He felt a fire ignite in him again and imdiately pressed Lu Huan Ning down beneath him...
Lu Huan Ning looked at Huo Qinglin in disbelief, marveling at his godlike stamina. A trace of fear mingled with her joy. At the very least, it proved her charm was irresistible, that she could drive this man to exhaust himself on her ti and ti again.
But what she didn’t know was that the reason Huo Qinglin could keep going like a machine was because in his mind, he was fantasizing about another woman.
The night deepened!
Inside the villa, only the light in the master bedroom on the second floor remained. The maids had all gone to bed.
Lin Banxia sat in the room’s armchair, staring blankly out the window. Nearly six months had passed since her university graduation—it was about ti she started figuring out what direction her future should take.
Her major had been interior design, a choice heavily influenced by her grandparents. The elderly couple had loved designing their own gardens, and their passion had inspired Lin Banxia to fall in love with the subject as well. Whether it was landscaping or interiors, she had dedicated herself fully to her studies. Her original dream had been to create sothing perfect for her grandparents. But sadly, they hadn’t lived long enough to see her grow up. They were gone now.
Thinking about her unfulfilled dream, the lingering regrets, Lin Banxia couldn’t stop her tears from falling. She cried silently.
In the end, she decided her best path forward was to find a job that she truly loved.
Lost in her sorrow and her hopes for the future, Lin Banxia didn’t notice the door slowly opening. A pair of deep, hawk-like eyes locked onto her intensely.
"Why are you crying?" The sudden male voice startled Lin Banxia, making her jump.
She hurriedly wiped away her tears and stood up nervously. Faced with the overwhelming presence of the man before her, she kept her gaze low, not daring to look at him directly. She murmured softly, "You’re back."
Yan Ting strode towards her, gracefully unfastening the buttons of his suit jacket. Then, with a casual toss, he flung the jacket onto the sofa. Dressed in a black dress shirt, the firm and sculpted lines of his body were accentuated, exuding an air of mystery and incomparable sensuality.
Lin Banxia realized he was close—too close. The faint scent of tobacco on him mixed with that unique masculine aura that was distinctly his. Her breath hitched instantly. This scent was etched deeply in her mories, stirring up an overwhelming wave of sensations. The mory of being pinned under him surged through her again, igniting every nerve in her body. Her cheeks flushed inexplicably, her face growing hot.
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