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

Only after confirming that Xia Wanying's convoy had completely left the film and television base did Zhu Xunchuan's tense back relax slightly.

He reached out and ripped off the thin cashmere blanket covering the two of them, then tossed it aside.

Upon seeing the light of day again, Su Mucheng gasped for breath, fine beads of sweat clinging to the tip of her nose, a few strands of hair soaked with sweat and clinging messily to her fair and delicate cheeks.

The pure white silk camisole that barely clung to her slender waist was completely out of place, revealing a breathtaking expanse of snow-white skin and a deep cleavage that dazzled the eye under the dim ambient lighting.

She had no idea that she was just one door away from the massive explosion at the Shura Field; she thought the paparazzi outside the film crew had been chased away.

"Have the paparazzi left?" Su Mucheng's watery peach blossom eyes gleamed with an excited allure. Far from being afraid, she straddled Zhu Xunchuan's lap and wrapped herself around him like an octopus.

Two smooth, white, long legs wrapped tightly around his waist, their full, soft flesh pressing unabashedly against his dark gray cashmere sweater.

"Brother Chuan, no one is bothering us now..." She breathed softly, her voice sweet and cloying, and her luscious red lips moved directly towards Zhu Xun Chuan's neck.

Zhu Xun Chuan reacted quickly, grabbing her delicate chin and stopping her from lighting the fire.

"Stop being so lewd here." Zhu Xun Chuan's Adam's apple bobbed as he forcefully suppressed the lustful desire stirred within him by this vixen. With his other hand, he grabbed the slipped silk bra strap and deftly pulled her rounded shoulder back up, covering that alluring view. "Even if this RV has excellent soundproofing, it's still in the middle of the film set. Do you really want to be trending tomorrow for 'film crew having sex in a car'?"

Su Mucheng's chin was pinched, forcing her to pout her red lips. She blinked, looking somewhat aggrieved, "Fine, I'll go for it. I'll just quit the entertainment industry and let you support me..."

"Are you sure?" Zhu Xun Chuan patted the bouncy surface of the car. "Call your assistant, drive the car out of the film studio, and go to the hotel."

Su Mucheng's love-struck mind was completely overwhelmed; she had no room to resist this man. She obediently nodded, straightened her clothes, and took out her phone to call Sister Song.

Five minutes later, a highly classified black van quietly drove into the back gate of the film set.

Assistant Sister Song drove herself. The entire way, she gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, her eyes fixed on the road ahead, not daring to even glance in the rearview mirror.

The partition in the rear private cabin had already been raised.

In the back seat of the carriage, Su Mucheng leaned against Zhu Xunchuan as if she had no bones, her arms wrapped around his waist, greedily inhaling the refreshing scent of herbs and hormones emanating from the man.

The car smoothly drove into the Victoria Hotel's underground VIP passage.

Zhu Xun Chuan put his arm around Su Mu Cheng and took the direct elevator back to the top-floor suite.

"drop......"

The door is pushed open.

Zhu Xun Chuan casually took off his jacket and threw it on the sofa in the entryway. He walked to the large bar counter, unscrewed a bottle of chilled Evian mineral water, and took two gulps, trying to calm down the series of shocking outbursts of anger he had just experienced.

First, he bought clothes to upgrade the system, then he single-handedly stormed the film set and spent millions, and finally, he played heart-pounding games with Xia Wanying in the RV, separated by a door.

Even an iron back needs to catch its breath.

As soon as Su Mucheng entered the room, without even changing her shoes, she mysteriously approached with her hands behind her back.

"Brother Chuan, sit on the sofa and rest for a bit, okay? Don't peek." She tiptoed and quickly pecked Zhu Xun Chuan's lips, leaving a sweet orange scent, then turned and ran into the spacious master bathroom.

Before long, the sound of dripping water came from behind the frosted glass door.

Zhu Xun Chuan leaned back on the leather sofa, his gaze sweeping over the luxurious furnishings of the suite, his mind calculating the functions after the system upgrade.

The sound of water stopped.

The doorknob of the master bathroom made a soft click.

The door wasn't fully opened; instead, it was carefully pushed open a crack of about ten centimeters.

A dim, warm light seeped into the living room through the cracks. Then, a small foot, clad in a pure black over-the-knee sock, timidly peeked out.

The extremely thin fabric tightly hugged her slender calves, and the top of the stockings was tied around the mid-thigh, making her already fair and delicate skin appear slightly fleshy and alluring.

The visual impact of this absolute territory is far more lethal than direct nudity.

Zhu Xun Chuan put down the mineral water bottle in his hand, his deep gaze instantly locking onto the crack in the door.

The bathroom door was slowly pushed open.

Su Mucheng bit her lower lip, put her hands behind her back, and walked out with her head down.

She actually changed into an extremely form-fitting, traditional Japanese-style black stockings JK uniform!

She wore a pure white short-sleeved sailor shirt with a dark red plaid bow tie at the collar. The shirt was clearly a size too small, making her full and proud bust look extremely tight, and the two rows of buttons looked like they might burst open at any moment.

Her lower body was covered by a dark gray pleated skirt that just covered her hips.

As she moved, the hem of her short skirt swayed slightly. Her shapely long legs, tightly encased in black over-the-knee stockings, gleamed breathtakingly under the warm lighting of the hotel.

On stage, she was an unattainable, pure and innocent national first love.

Yet here she is, in this private suite, dressed in this breathtakingly alluring outfit, clumsily and passionately trying to please the man before her.

"You…" Zhu Xun Chuan's Adam's apple bobbed violently, "Where did you get this outfit?"

Su Mucheng blushed and stopped less than half a meter away from him. She gripped the hem of her pleated skirt with both hands, twisted her body slightly, and raised her watery peach blossom eyes, filled with undisguised anticipation.

"I ordered it online beforehand..." Su Mucheng's voice was extremely soft, with a slight tremor of shyness, "The internet says that you guys... can't resist this kind of contrast. Is it pretty?"

Zhu Xunchuan's breath hitched.

It's not just that he can't refuse; it's like hitting a man's Achilles' heel with pinpoint accuracy.

"If those fans who're voting for you outside see this outfit," Zhu Xun Chuan leaned back, his eyes becoming extremely aggressive, "Weibo's servers will completely crash tonight."

Su Mucheng smiled charmingly, took a half step forward, and stood between Zhu Xunchuan's parted legs.

"My fans will never have the chance to see me dressed like this." She boldly stretched out her fair fingers and gently hooked the edge of Zhu Xun Chuan's turtleneck cashmere sweater. "I wear this kind of clothes... only for Brother Chuan to see, and only for you to touch."

This extremely direct invitation, coupled with that incredibly alluring body in uniform.

If Zhu Xun Chuan could still tolerate it, then the [Beginner Physical Enhancement Potion] he exchanged for today would be considered a waste.

A large hand suddenly reached out and grabbed the slender waist of the uniform-clad woman.

He exerted force with his arms and pulled heavily into his arms.

"ah!"

Su Mucheng let out a startled cry, lost her balance, and fell directly onto Zhu Xunchuan's strong lap.

The pleated skirt rolled up naturally.

The tactile sensation of the Absolute Territory is transmitted through the high-end cashmere fabric, and it feels amazingly hot.

Zhu Xun Chuan grabbed her chin with one hand, forcing her to tilt her face up, a blend of innocence and allure, and then lowered his head to kiss her fiercely.

Lips and teeth intertwined.

The aroma of sweet orange instantly fills the entire respiratory tract.

Su Mucheng responded passionately. She wrapped her arms tightly around Zhu Xunchuan's neck, her legs, encased in black stockings that reached past her knees, rubbing restlessly.

Outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows lies the dazzling and vibrant night view of Kyoto.

Inside the window, the erotic scene on the sofa had completely spiraled out of control.

"Brother Chuan..."

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