Fu Nancheng was surprised in his heart. Over the years, he had been taking his mother abroad for medical treatment. Although her condition had stabilized in the past two years, as soon as there was any news from the capital, his mother would fall ill. Once she fell ill, it was uncontrollable. However, today, his mother, who was on the verge of an episode, was actually pulled back by Su Ci. Now, Mother Zhou couldn't stop praising the young mistress, and Fu Nancheng curled his lips slightly. There was a kind of magic about her, a kind of enchanting magic. ... Fu Nancheng had a simple meal and then went into the bathroom for a cold shower. Standing on the balcony, he lit a cigarette. When Su Ci came in, she saw him. The man was silently smoking in a black silk pajama suit, his figure blending into the night, his handsome face blurred. The profound sense of experience from his heavy masculinity also revealed a touch of loneliness, exceptionally cold. Su Ci looked at him, forgetting to blink for a moment. It felt like walking alone in a long, dark night for a very long time, and then suddenly someone comes from the opposite direction, inevitably drawing your attention. Soon, the man noticed her presence. He turned around to look at her, "Took a shower?" Su Ci nodded, "Mhm." Not finishing his cigarette, Fu Nancheng threw the half-smoked cigarette into the ashtray and then walked in, "Come to sleep." "I'll sleep on the sofa tonight, so it won't be suspicious."

Su Ci walked towards the sofa. At that moment, the man strode forward with firm steps, approaching her. He came up to her side and directly reached out to lift her horizontally. Ah! The sudden feeling of weightlessness startled Su Ci. Fu Nancheng raised his eyebrows, 'The soundproofing here isn't very good, keep your voice down.' '...' Arriving at the bed, Fu Nancheng reached out and tossed her into the soft, large bed. Su Ci felt dizzy, and at that moment, his tall figure pressed down on her. She quickly raised her hands to push against his chest, 'Fu Nancheng!' Fu Nancheng removed her hands, then stuffed something into her small palm. What? Su Ci opened her palm, and inside was a luminous pearl. Fu Nancheng turned off the lights in the room, and the luminous pearl immediately shone brightly, illuminating the entire room. 'Do you like it?'

He asked. Why did he send her a gift again? Su Ci realized he had a particular routine, because he always gave her a gift whenever he took her to bed. At this moment, the man lowered his head, and a torrent of kisses began to fall. Su Ci clutched the luminous pearl he gave her, pressing it against his firm shoulder. His kisses were forceful, and she winced in discomfort, frowning. Gradually, he became gentler, a tenderness and breeding that seemed to permeate his very bones, and it was clear he knew how to treat a woman well. Su Ci felt confused. The body double mission had already ended, but because of Mrs. Fu, the two of them were tied together again. She truly couldn't let go of Mrs. Fu, but what was going on with the two of them rolling in bed? At this point, the man's slender fingers reached for the buttons on her clothes. Su Ci instantly sobered up and pressed down on his hand, "Fu Nancheng, no!" Fu Nancheng propped himself up and looked at her lips, shiny and red from his kisses, and said with a hoarse laugh, "One luminous pearl only gets one kiss, Su Ci, you're really expensive." Su Ci looked at him, her eyes watery, with a hint of provocation, "As long as someone is willing to pay the bill, that's what matters." Fu Nancheng felt she was mocking him for being a fool who pays too much. "Fu Nancheng, was that day... your first time taking a girl out on a date?"