C41 She Was Addicted to Being a Hooligan!

Yuvyuv gasped for air, feeling a mix of embarrassment and annoyance as she dared to glance back at the man behind her. "Those are my Little White and Little Black. Put me down, someone might see us."

"Why would that be a problem?" Huo Lingxiao's voice carried a hint of coldness as his hand tightened slightly around Yuvyuv's waist.

The pinch made her wince, and she almost let out a curse.

Inwardly, she fumed, calling him a "jerk" and a "bastard."

But she had to consider the vast difference in their strengths—both physical and mental. They weren't even in the same league.

She softened her tone, pleading, "Huo, Sixth Master, I'm heavy. Don't strain yourself. Please, let me down..."

Before she could finish her plea, he bit her earlobe, making her yelp.

"Huo Lingxiao, you jerk! Are you a wolf? Why do you keep biting me?"

Finally, Yuvyuv couldn't hold back her fiery temper any longer. She turned and shouted at the man behind her, then instinctively shrank her neck in fear of retaliation.

"Oh, so the little girl isn't pretending anymore?" Huo Lingxiao's lips curled into a mischievous smile, his handsome brow arching as he effortlessly turned her around in his arms.

Their position suddenly became quite suggestive.

Yuvyuv glared at him, cursing him inwardly for having no regard for her.

Didn't he realize she was still a young, unmarried woman?

This shameless man, how could he be so improper with her every time?

It was like he was addicted to teasing her.

Yet, in her past life, this man had been disdainful and cold towards women, almost ascetic.

Back then, any woman who dared to approach him with flirtatious intentions would be frozen by his icy stare.

Why, why did she change so much after her rebirth? Could it be a side effect of coming back to life? This is too much of a cosmic joke—she doesn’t have a cure for the man in front of her. Unless—.

Yuvyuv mischievously thought, unless she tried to make the man in front of her start liking men instead.

Hiss!

The moment this idea popped into her head, she suddenly felt a chill as if the depths of winter had descended, and an icy gaze pierced through her. Startled, she quickly dismissed the thought.

“Girl, sitting in my lap and still managing to zone out? I guess I’m not captivating enough for you, huh?” Huo Lingxiao’s handsome face darkened as he stared at the girl who dared to ignore him while sitting right there.

He reached out, pinching the exquisite face that was almost brushing against his chest, his voice low and chilling as it brushed against Yuvyuv’s cheek. “Girl, tell me, how should I punish you?”

“What, what are you going to do?” Yuvyuv snapped back to reality, frightened by the cold edge in his voice.

In the next instant, a strong hand held her in place as she tried to escape, while another hand gripped the back of her head. His kiss was punishing, closing in with authority, prying open her lips that she tried to keep shut, and engaging her in a battle of wills, drawing her in relentlessly.

His kiss was overpowering, leaving Yuvyuv no chance to catch her breath or escape. She felt as if the air in her mouth was being completely consumed, and her lips were going numb from his relentless assault.

Breathing became more difficult, yet he showed no sign of letting her go. Yuvyuv was both embarrassed and furious, her small hands attempting to push away the man who was as fierce as a wild wolf.

Yet the man kissed her even more fiercely.

"Mmm... you jerk, I can't breathe..." Yuvyuv's face turned crimson, her words muffled against the man's mouth as she tried to curse him.

Just when Yuvyuv felt she might faint from the kiss, the man finally allowed her a moment to breathe. She gasped for air, her face flushed as if it were on fire, captivating in its vividness.

Huo Lingxiao, who had initially intended to let the girl go, felt a sudden, irresistible tension in his gut. He glanced down and, without hesitation, captured Yuvyuv's already swollen lips once more.

His tongue, assertive and unyielding, entwined with Yuvyuv's, the force of his kiss even more intense than before. It was as if the girl's soft whimpers and struggles awakened the man's primal instincts and wild fervor.

He kissed her with the ferocity of a wild wolf, as if he might devour the young woman in his arms whole. Eventually, Yuvyuv couldn't withstand the man's fervor and completely passed out from the kiss.

As she lost consciousness, Yuvyuv's mouth opened slightly, revealing a row of pearly white teeth, as if she intended to bite someone.

Huo Lingxiao looked at the girl he had kissed into unconsciousness, a rare, indulgent smile crossing his usually aloof face. If Yuvyuv had seen the affectionate look in his eyes, she would have been utterly shocked.

The devil was smiling at her! And with such tenderness.

It was like the way one might smile at a beloved pet, and it would be no wonder if Yuvyuv were terrified. In her past life, whenever this devil of a man smiled, it was always a prelude to something terrifying.

When Yuvyuv woke up, it was nearly midnight. The world outside was pitch black, not a single thing visible in the darkness.

Her slightly dazed eyes blinked once, then again. Suddenly, she bolted upright from the bed, her mouth opening with an angry outburst, "Huo Lingxiao, you old perverted jerk, taking advantage of me again!"

Recalling the intense scene of being kissed by the man, Ye Yuvyuv's face flushed with alternating waves of embarrassment and anger. She turned her head and let out a startled scream, "Ah! Why are you still here?"

"If I left, how could I hear such an extraordinary insult from you?" Huo Lingxiao lounged in a chair just a step away, his handsome face illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the window, giving him an almost otherworldly presence, surrounded by an aura of cold allure.

He elegantly lit a candle, as there was no electricity here at the foot of the mountain. Only in the city would there be power.

In the dim candlelight, Huo Lingxiao stood, his tall frame leaning over the young woman on the bed. "What are you doing? It's pitch black, and you're alone in a young woman's room. What kind of behavior is this? You should leave," Ye Yuvyuv stammered, her words coming out in a flustered, formal manner.

After speaking, she paused, surprised at her own command of language under pressure. Huo Lingxiao leaned in closer, the crisp scent of his cigar wafting towards Ye Yuvyuv's face. "Girl, alone with a man, what do you think I want to do?" His voice carried a dangerous edge.

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