e door to the private room was opened.Some people couldn't help but look and shout, "Hey, what big gift are you preparing for Young Master Gu""Could it be that they brought down a celestial fairy from...As men, Ning Shu naturally knew what the voice's reaction implied.

The young man's earlobes quickly flushed a vibrant crimson, like the blooming of a sea rose, reflecting off his snow-white skin. Coupled with his white shirt today, there was an indescribable air of allure about him.

The hand that reached for the window was pulled back into his embrace before it could even touch.

Ning Shu lowered her head and fell heavily into the other person's embrace. The cold belt made a dull scraping sound, pressing against the plump, rounded buttocks wrapped in a suit.

The general's heavy presence descended upon me, silent and suffocating. It was like a vast net, leaving no room to retreat or escape.

The young man's first reaction was to instinctively feel a bit ashamed and want to run away.

However, the hand Fu Shaoshuai was holding, wrapped in a white glove, clutched his arm tightly. His deep and warm breath also fell on the young man's neck.

in the cramped seats.

The young man's legs were slightly apart, sitting right in the gap between the officer's slightly parted legs. His Western-style shirt was designed just right, cinching his slender and supple waist, creating a deadly curve.

The beauty and softness that was being embraced, now lifted slightly because of the soldier's tight grip on her hand.

Under the military cap, the soldier's features were profound. Beneath a high nose bridge lay a pair of thin lips that seemed cold and aloof. His dark blue eyes held an invisible aggression, bearing down on her with intensity.

Fu Shaoshuai's voice was low and magnetic. "What, Ning Si Shao himself fanned the flames, not intending to put them out"

The meticulously tailored military uniform, including the boots, gave off an air of solemn formality. The soldier leaned back against the car seat, drawing the young man closer with one hand.

He wore a cold and indifferent expression, his whole body emanating an icy aura.

With her eyes cast down, she appeared unattainable. The title of Young Marshal alone was enough to make people hesitate to approach.

Fearing I might offend him.

If I hadn't seen that drumbeat of the general's.

In the minds of young people, someone like Fu Shaoshuai is not someone you can look up to.

Fu Sinian extended one hand, the other gripping the youth's waist, lightly pinching the soft flesh under his jaw.

His cold, thin lips curved into a slight smile.

Kissing passionately.

Ning Shu's breath hitched slightly, he grasped the general's hand, tightening it slowly. He hadn't pushed him away after all, only allowing the general to delve deeper.

His alluring eyes, they seemed to be tinged with the color of peach blossoms.

Fu Sian's gaze faltered, as if entranced, he pinched his chin and pressed his lips against him. The general always gave off an air of coldness and indifference.

But while doing these things, there was a fierce and predatory air about him.

With a touch of chill, yet an all-encompassing invasiveness.

The youth's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his whole body seemed to shudder.

The young master's shirt was slightly unbuttoned, sitting on the soldier's lap, breathing lightly.

Fu Sian let go of his soft flesh.

Open your mouth and tell the adjutant to stop the car.

Ning Shu didn't know what Fu Shaoshuai had said. She felt a little ashamed and curled her toes slightly inward, asking Lingling, "Is that enough"

Lingling said: "It seems like I've gained a little bit of favorability. Host, keep it up!"

Ning Shu pursed her lips.

He thought that what he had done should earn him some favor with Fu Sinian. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but more than that, there was a shiver that ran down his spine as if his soul had been pierced.

He's still not over it...

It's probably because... Ning Shu has shifted from her previous passive role to now being the one who tempts.

The military vehicle came to a stop.

Ning Shu thought it was time to get off the car, he calmed his agitated breath. On his fair and slender neck, the faint blush hadn't completely faded yet.

The young man rose slightly, but was pushed back down by a hand.

He looked up and glanced over.

Fu Shuo lowered his head slightly, tightening his grip on her hand, and said in a low voice, "Don't move."

At first Ning Shu didn't know what he wanted to do.

Until a sound of an opening door was heard.

The officer seated in the car seemed to have gone out, and the door was shut again.

Ning Shu's body stiffened slightly.

His breath was a little ragged, a little hurried. But he adjusted quickly enough; the atmosphere inside the car, however, had ascended to another level entirely.

The general’s thin eyelids swept over, clutching the youth's hand and lifting it slightly.

It seemed to rise slightly.

The belt rubbed against the fabric, making a sound that was hard to describe.

In the tranquil space, it would make anyone blush.

The general pinched the young man's cheek and kissed him, commanding in a tone, "Take it off, use your mouth."

Ning Shu stared at the white gloves, saying nothing.

The youth's drooping neck emanates a peculiar beauty.

He hung his head, as if wrestling with something inside.

She finally relented and slightly parted her lips.

The inside revealed a sliver of bright red flesh.

He was strikingly handsome, with features as delicate as peach blossoms and captivating phoenix eyes. At this moment, a veil of mist hung around his gaze, and his earlobes were tinged with a delicate blush. His plump lips seemed particularly alluring.

Ning Shu's brain was a bit sluggish.

At the same time, there was a sense of unknown retreat in his heart, but he also knew that perhaps if he tried a little harder. The general's goodwill was definitely more than what Lingling had said.

So I just hesitated for a moment.

Ning Shu cast aside her ingrained conservatism and any lingering shame. She opened her mouth, biting down on the edge of the white glove. Though the material was soft, it carried a scent similar to gunpowder smoke.

It's not unpleasant.

The young man lowered his head and bit down, carefully pulling it apart.

Fu Shao Shuai just leaned against that spot, watching Ning Si Ye sit on him, biting his glove. The corner of his eye seemed to still have a touch of coquettish crimson, and his throat rolled slightly.

"Eat well, Master Ning Si. Don't bite it."

Ning Shu hesitated slightly, her teeth biting down on the white glove, exerting a slight force.

The general's pale, slender hand appeared.

But she instinctively grasped his chin.

Ning Shu stifled a strange sense of shame, her eyes cast down at the man: "…Sir, are you satisfied"

"Is that all you've got, Young Master Ning"

His eyes, the color of ink, gazed over. He said something with an unreadable meaning.

His high nose bridge is very superior.

He pressed down on the person slightly, but his face remained unchanged.

But Ning Shu was slightly speechless.

The young man sat motionless on the General's commander, as if rooted in place.

Lingling said: "Host, how is it Is Fu Shao handsome completely smitten with you"

Ning Shu fell silent for a moment. This was when he truly understood what it meant to be backed into a corner, with absolutely no room to maneuver.

That slender white hand clutched the general's clothes, tightening slightly and refusing to let go.ore an expression of sharp anger: "Shouldn't you be happy You weren't taken over, you didn't disappear, shouldn't you be happy Ning Shu, the reason why you're sitting here safe and sound now is not be...