After ninety-nine online romances, I finally met my ex in person when school started.

This overwhelming level of pure talent and profound knowledge of traditional Chinese culture is like the most deadly poison in the world to a woman like Fu Xinghe, who is inherently aloof to the extreme.

The professorial airs and the imposing facade of the daughter of the municipal party secretary that she had always maintained collapsed in an instant, shattering into pieces.

What remains is only extreme appreciation, awe, and overwhelming emotion.

Zhu Xunchuan keenly noticed the alluring glint in her eyes and the rapidly crumbling defenses.

He gave her no chance to back down or regain her composure.

Zhu Xun Chuan stepped forward and pressed himself against him from behind.

His broad, hard chest pressed tightly against Fu Xinghe's soft back.

He reached out and placed his hands over her shoulders, domineeringly covering her hands that were clasped together as she held the folding fan.

Palms pressed together, fingers intertwined.

The fabric of the brocade cheongsam was very thin. The two could clearly feel each other's rapidly beating hearts and their rapidly rising body temperatures.

"The painting is deciphered." Zhu Xun Chuan rested his chin on her shoulder, his nose brushing against her smooth, white earlobe. He lowered his voice, his tone husky and seductive, "Where is she? Did you understand it?"

A strong aura of male hormones completely enveloped Fu Xinghe.

Fu Xinghe did not dodge.

Normally, if someone dared to make such a lewd and inappropriate move towards her, she would have the guards outside cripple them and throw them into the moat.

But now, her whole body felt limp, as if her bones had been removed.

Like a delicate woman relieved of a heavy burden, she completely gave up resisting and even leaned back, handing over her entire body weight to the man behind her.

She tilted her head slightly upwards.

This unrestrained movement caused the buttons on the high collar of the cheongsam to tighten instantly. Due to rapid breathing and excessive movement in front of the chest, the top button quietly popped open.

His clothes were slightly open.

A dazzling expanse of pure white was directly exposed to the air.

Her collarbones were deep, white and smooth as jade, radiating an alluring glow.

"Do you know..." Fu Xinghe closed his eyes, feeling the burning heat from Zhu Xunchuan's fingers. His voice trembled slightly, thick with a nasal tone, incredibly charming, "Xunchuan, do you know?"

This was the first time she had called him by his name to his face.

They abandoned the title "Zhu Tongxue" and the boundaries of respect for elders and juniors.

These eight words are not only the love words of the person in the painting, but also her unreserved and heartfelt confession at this moment.

Reason completely surrendered to the resonance of desire and the soul.

Zhu Xun Chuan turned his head, his lips tracing down her earlobe and landing on her long, smooth swan-like neck.

A gentle bite leaves a noticeable red mark.

Fu Xinghe gasped, gripping Zhu Xunchuan's hands tightly, his nails almost digging into his flesh. His long, straight legs trembled slightly at the high slit of his cheongsam.

"This is the National Museum..." She bit her lower lip, barely maintaining the last shred of her sanity, her voice so soft it was almost dripping with tenderness, "Someone could come in at any moment..."

"I know." Zhu Xun Chuan flipped his hand and forcibly snatched the Suzhou embroidery folding fan from her hand, then casually tossed it onto the mahogany table next to him.

His hands slid down her slender waist, stopping at her delicate hip bone, feeling its amazing elasticity through the fabric.

"It's too deserted here. Only these silent antiques are watching. It's no fun." Zhu Xun Chuan used both hands to turn her around so that they were facing each other.

He looked at Fu Xinghe's face, flushed with rosy cheeks and brimming with spring passion, his eyes extremely aggressive, making no attempt to hide his desire to subvert her.

"Professor Fu, we've finished looking at the national treasures. Shouldn't we go to a quieter place to... properly appreciate something else?"

Fu Xinghe could easily tell that there was a crude joke and implication in his words.

She bit her red lips and gave Zhu Xun Chuan a reproachful look.

That one glance was full of charm, with the allure and pull unique to a mature woman, completely different from the cold and aloof professor on the podium.

She did not refuse.

She reached out her soft, boneless hand and took Zhu Xun Chuan's large hand in hers. Their fingers intertwined, their palms sweating.

"At the far end of the exhibition hall, there is a private rest room that was exclusively for my grandfather."

Fu Xinghe lowered his head, not daring to look into his eyes. His voice was barely audible, yet it carried a resolute determination to go all out.

"No one dares to go in except me. There are no security cameras there, and even the soundproofing is specially made."

Zhu Xun Chuan's lips curled into a wild smile.

He gripped her soft hand tightly, pulled the seemingly unapproachable daughter of the municipal party committee, and strode towards the hidden carved wooden door deep within the exhibition hall.

Click.

The heavy, carved rosewood door closed behind us, the sound of the lock clicking clearly echoing in the quiet space.

The dim yellow lights outside Exhibition Hall Zero were completely turned off.

This private lounge, belonging to the honorary chairman of the National Museum of China and the patriarch of the Fu family, is decorated with great cultural refinement. There are no luxurious leather sofas, only a simple rosewood daybed, and a floor-to-ceiling bookcase on one wall is filled with rare and ancient books.

The air was filled with the aroma of top-quality Hainan agarwood.

Absolutely quiet, absolutely private.

As soon as Fu Xinghe was pulled through the door, his back was pressed against the heavy rosewood bookcase. His escape route was cut off.

Before she could even catch her breath, a tall, imposing figure pressed against her.

Zhu Xun Chuan leaned against the bookshelf with one hand, completely locking this usually aloof and high-ranking specially appointed professor from Peking University between himself and the wooden cabinet. He lowered his head, his hot breath hitting Fu Xinghe's fair and slender neck directly.

"Teacher Fu, is the soundproofing in this lounge really as good as you say?" Zhu Xun Chuan's voice was deep and hoarse, with a strong sense of aggression.

Fu Xinghe tensed up.

Today she was wearing that extremely form-fitting, moon-white Suzhou-embroidered cheongsam. At this moment, their bodies were pressed together, and the man's body heat was transmitted to her without reservation through the thin brocade fabric.

That intensity almost melted away the cool rationality she had cultivated over the past twenty years.

"Director Sun... wouldn't dare come over here." Fu Xinghe turned her face away, not daring to look into Zhu Xun Chuan's burning eyes. Her voice was very low, with a thick nasal tone, and the usual majesty on the podium was completely gone, replaced by the coquettish charm of a mature woman.

"That's good."

Zhu Xun Chuan didn't waste any more words. He raised his right hand, his well-defined fingers resting on her neck.

There, the top button had already popped open outside the exhibition hall. The collar was slightly open, revealing a large expanse of dazzling white skin and a deep, alluring collarbone.

Zhu Xun Chuan's fingertips moved down the collar, stopping at the second button.

There was no rough tearing. He moved extremely slowly, methodically untying the knots in the knotted buttons.

My fingertips traced across that sensitive, delicate skin, intentionally or unintentionally.

Fu Xinghe gasped. Her long, straight legs trembled violently at the high slit of her cheongsam, and her hands instinctively tried to push against Zhu Xunchuan's chest, but she couldn't muster any strength.

Instead, it turned into a coy, inviting approach.

The second one.

The third one.