Even someone as composed as Lu Sui couldn’t remain calm at this moment.

But what Lu Sui hadn’t expected was that Wu Mangmang had even more explosive words to say.

“Lu Sui, I don’t want to give my first time to a vibrator.” Wu Mangmang reached out to grab Lu Sui’s hand, even shaking it coquettishly, “Okay?”

Among the women Lu Sui had dated, Wu Mangmang was definitely not the first to actively seek intimacy.

While men want women to satisfy their needs, women usually hope to increase their emotional security through intimate physical contact.

However, Wu Mangmang was absolutely the most demoralizing person when it came to expressing her desire for intimacy.

“No.”

Lu Sui’s voice came through the darkness, making Wu Mangmang wonder if she had misheard.

She lifted her neck, “Did you just say no?”

“Mm.” Lu Sui responded with a sound.

Wu Mangmang supported herself by the waist, trying not to aggravate her wound as she climbed off Lu Sui, saying incredulously, “Lu Sui, you can’t be serious?”

Laughter came through the air from Lu Sui, and Wu Mangmang couldn’t help but glance again at the bulge under the blanket, only then realizing that Lu Sui was actually joking with her.

Wu Mangmang lay back down in Lu Sui’s arms, allowing Lu Sui to hold her hand and kiss her fingertips.

Wu Mangmang felt that she particularly liked being kissed, no matter where.

It gave her a particularly warm and intimate feeling.

“Want it badly, hmm?” Lu Sui slightly changed his sleeping position, letting Wu Mangmang successfully feel his need.

It was a bit hot to the touch, and quite persistent.

“No.” Since Lu Sui was getting anxious, Wu Mangmang wasn’t anxious anymore, so she quickly denied it.

“Sleep.” Lu Sui gently patted Wu Mangmang’s back.

If someone who had been hard all along could fall asleep, there was no reason why she, Wu Mangmang, couldn’t sleep, right?

So when Wu Mangmang opened her eyes, it was already ten o’clock the next day.

Lu Sui had accompanied his aunt and sisters to the temple to burn incense. Wu Mangmang was given special permission to be lazy for a year because of her injury.

Everyone was busy people. After gathering on New Year’s Eve, they went their separate ways again.

Wu Mangmang’s wound had already scabbed over, and in some places the blood scabs were beginning to fall off, but Lu Sui still hadn’t made any further moves.

Wu Mangmang’s winter dream of sharing a bed was shattered as early as New Year’s Day, because Lu Sui said she farted in her sleep at night.

Wu Mangmang couldn’t even argue against this – even if there were cameras, they couldn’t record smell.

Wu Mangmang gave Lu Sui the cold shoulder for many days, and he didn’t even bother to acknowledge her.

Wu Mangmang truly felt that Lu Sui didn’t need a girlfriend.

He neither needed her to provide sexual services nor needed her to provide the function of an “understanding companion.” The two of them couldn’t even manage three sentences a day.

The year’s plan lies in spring. Lu Sui’s work was a bit busy – he’d already gone on two business trips since the new year began. But even so, he still found time to play golf once and played mahjong with those fair-weather friends like Ning Zheng and Shen Ting.

Wu Mangmang felt like she hadn’t even managed to get a single hair from him.

After the New Year, Ms. Liu asked about Wu Mangmang’s marriage plans.

“Lu Sui hasn’t proposed to you yet?”

“No.”

Hearing this answer, Liu Lewei’s expression made Wu Mangmang feel discriminated against, as if she was very incompetent.

But her abilities really weren’t that great. Mr. Lu had the greatest abilities – he could be big or small, bend or stretch.

“Then you’d better be careful. Lu Sui suddenly has a female assistant around him this year,” Ms. Liu hinted.

Wu Mangmang’s first reaction was that the female assistant was definitely not a virgin.

Wu Mangmang kicked the table corner in front of her, “If Lu Sui wants to change his mind, it’s not like I can control it.”

After having an unpleasant afternoon tea with Ms. Liu, Wu Mangmang skipped her scheduled French lesson and went to the gym to vigorously vent her energy while maintaining her perfect figure.

In the evening, Wu Mangmang still couldn’t resist searching online for news about Lu Sui’s new assistant.

She was now a person standing under the spotlight, but whenever there was gossip about Lu Sui, everyone automatically shielded her from it, so Wu Mangmang was actually the last person to know what was happening around Lu Sui.

Wu Mangmang contacted Lu Qingqing, that gossip girl, and sure enough, she quickly sent over information about Lu Corporation’s new goddess, including this new goddess’s Weibo account.

Wu Mangmang finally understood Dong Keke’s psychology at the time, because now she was also secretly registering a small account to follow the new goddess.

The new goddess wasn’t exactly young – thirty years old, Ivy League educated, fluent in eight languages.

Wu Mangmang really wanted to know what kind of structure this goddess’s language center had to be so impressive.

Looking at the photos on her Weibo, she had that kind of noble and cold beauty, but Wu Mangmang’s brain had an automatic “anti-beauty filter” function, so she gave the new goddess a score of sixty points.

Just barely passing, but she was good at makeup and dressing up, which was why she could be associated with the word “goddess.”

While Wu Mangmang was searching for gossip, she heard a knock on the door. Looking at the time, it was definitely Lu Sui coming home.

She couldn’t be bothered to respond – Lu Sui would push the door open himself anyway.

“Why aren’t you sleeping so late?”

Wu Mangmang was lying on the bed, her legs bent and crossed, swaying in the air. Hearing Lu Sui’s question, she turned her head and responded, “Going to sleep now.”

“Annie said you didn’t attend your French lesson today. What happened?” Lu Sui walked over and sat on the edge of Wu Mangmang’s bed.

Wu Mangmang thought to herself, I’m considering breaking up, so why the hell would I learn French?

Tomorrow was February 14th, which was the deadline Wu Mangmang had set for Lu Sui. If Lu Sui still didn’t make any gesture, Wu Mangmang was determined to break up with him.

“In a bad mood, didn’t want to go,” Wu Mangmang said.

Lu Sui touched Wu Mangmang’s head, “How about I take you to France in March?”

“There are graduate school interviews in March.” Wu Mangmang hugged her pillow to her chest and ruthlessly rejected Lu Sui.

Thinking about it made her angry again.

The day Wu Mangmang found out her graduate entrance exam scores, she had excitedly run to Lu Sui for praise, but this Boss just looked at her very calmly.

Wu Mangmang mentally dubbed a voice-over for him: “So what?”

As if getting into graduate school was a matter of course and not worth being proud of.

“Then after your interview,” Lu Sui bent down and kissed Wu Mangmang’s forehead, “Sleep early.”

After Lu Sui left, Wu Mangmang viciously kicked her legs in the air, almost pulling her thigh muscle.

Valentine’s Day morning was nothing special. Lu Sui was still eating breakfast while reading the newspaper, and Wu Mangmang sat beside him scrolling through Weibo news.

The city’s most luxurious hotel’s million-yuan Valentine’s Day package had been booked by a mysterious person, and the hotel had never disclosed the identity of the person who made the reservation.

Wu Mangmang secretly glanced at Lu Sui, wondering if she would have such romantic fortune this year.

After breakfast, Lu Sui stood up and kissed Wu Mangmang’s forehead, “It’s Valentine’s Day today. How about we have dinner together tonight?”

Tonight? But Wu Mangmang remembered that the Valentine’s Day package included the hotel sending a helicopter in the afternoon to take them on a tour of the city from above.

Although Wu Mangmang was a bit disappointed, she somewhat knew that Lu Sui would never do such a thing.

However, that afternoon Wu Mangmang felt like she’d been slapped in the face.

The gossip group revealed that the person who had booked the million-yuan Valentine’s Day package was actually Shen Ting!

The two words “Shen Ting” circled three times in Wu Mangmang’s mind. It was actually this person with the least romantic sense who had booked the Valentine’s Day package.

Wu Mangmang knew about Shen Ting having a new girlfriend. She apparently wasn’t from a prominent family and was still a college student.

According to gossip, this college student’s mother was seriously ill, and she met Shen Ting while working as a hostess at a nightclub, and then…

Wu Mangmang’s first reaction was: how melodramatic, like writing a novel?

At that moment, Wu Mangmang couldn’t help but wonder if she had ended up with Shen Ting back then, would she be able to enjoy the million-yuan Valentine’s Day package this year?

Sigh, the past cannot be pursued.

On February 14th, Wu Mangmang clearly wasn’t single, but she felt like she was being treated as a single dog.

Weibo and her friend groups were full of people showing off their relationships, and many people specifically sent messages asking Wu Mangmang how she was spending the holiday.

Because everyone thought that with Mr. Lu being so wealthy, Wu Mangmang must be having the most extravagant holiday.

Wu Mangmang really wanted to reply to everyone: “We broke up.”

But breaking up with Lu Sui just because he didn’t give her a proper Valentine’s Day would make Wu Mangmang feel like she had rocks in her head.

So on Valentine’s Day, Wu Mangmang attended her French lesson as usual, and the teacher even specially taught her how to say “I love you.”

Wu Mangmang very rudely rolled her eyes at the teacher.

In the afternoon, Lu Sui came home a bit earlier than usual. Wu Mangmang was arranging flowers in the side hall, and as she trimmed the stems, she thought she was living the life of a sixty-year-old lady.

Actually, Wu Mangmang had fantasized about what she’d be like in old age, and she thought it would be wonderful.

After retirement, she’d play online games all day and definitely protect her voice well, so that even when old, she could pretend to be a young beauty in games to deceive romantic partners – what a wonderful world that would be.

Not like now, where even her computer time was restricted by Lu Sui.

After arranging the flowers, Wu Mangmang stepped back to admire her work, and ended up stepping into Lu Sui’s arms.

“Very beautiful, just like you,” Lu Sui said.

Wu Mangmang frowned and squinted – something was fishy.

“Let’s go eat,” Lu Sui put his arm around Wu Mangmang’s waist.

Wu Mangmang twisted her waist, not liking all the sudden physical contact today.

“Where are we eating?” Wu Mangmang asked.

“I’ll cook for you,” Lu Sui said.

Wu Mangmang’s heart skipped a beat, feeling like she was about to be confined again.

Sure enough, as soon as they went outside, she heard the roar of a helicopter.

The small island that Wu Mangmang privately called “LS” displayed its new name “LW” in warm orange lights in the night.

Obviously a combination of the first letters of Lu Sui and Wu Mangmang’s surnames.

Wu Mangmang’s petty heart finally felt a bit happy, and she asked Lu Sui with an upturned mouth corner, “Can I take a photo?”

“Mm.”

Wu Mangmang decisively pulled out her phone, snapped a picture, and uploaded it to her friend circle – forget about Weibo.

People who understood would naturally know the meaning of “LS” changing to “LW.”

Wu Mangmang put away her phone and said to Lu Sui, “Actually, this island could be renamed again – calling it SM would sound nice too.”

A combination of Sui from Lu Sui and Mang from Wu Mangmang.

Lu Sui kissed Wu Mangmang’s cheek, “We need to live up to the name before changing it.”

The plane landed. The villa had changed significantly since Wu Mangmang’s last visit – after all, changing the letters meant the layout had changed too.

Such a project couldn’t possibly be completed in a short time. Wu Mangmang estimated that Lu Sui had probably started construction when she was still in Italy.

This guy was really confident.

“Rest a bit, or do you want to take a bath? I’ll go cook,” Lu Sui took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves.

Wu Mangmang shook her head, resting her chin on her hands and lying across the kitchen counter to watch Lu Sui cook.

She liked men who cooked – it gave her a feeling of home.

Lu Sui’s cooking posture was leisurely and composed, more like a painter creating a painting or a pianist playing piano.

His knife skills were like those of legendary martial arts masters, the blade moving like snow.

This description was a bit exaggerated – beauty is in the eye of the beholder, or rather, a master in the eye of the lover.

Tonight Lu Sui made Japanese cuisine, not too fishy, paired with sake that Wu Mangmang wasn’t used to drinking, but it was still delicious.

After dinner, Wu Mangmang continued to admire Lu Sui’s graceful dishwashing, then ran upstairs to bathe.

Maybe it was the sake helping set the mood, or maybe she was seduced by Lu Sui’s hands, but Wu Mangmang felt her heartbeat accelerating, her blood circulation too fast, making her feel a bit dizzy standing under the shower.

Lu Sui’s fingers kept swaying before her eyes. When he was wiping dishes, Wu Mangmang desperately wanted his fingers to fall on her own body.

If not for this, she wouldn’t have fled to take a bath.

After bathing, Wu Mangmang still felt hot all over, standing dazed in front of the large mirror watching water droplets slide down from her neck.

The perfectly shaped peaches were white with a hint of pink, as if they had ripened and urgently needed to be picked.

Hearing Lu Sui knocking on the door, Wu Mangmang picked a fire-red spaghetti-strap dress from the closet and put it on, with a snow-white fuzzy hooded jacket over it. Two little balls hung from either side of the hood, swaying in front of her chest.

“Want to go for a walk?” Lu Sui asked, leaning against the door.

Wu Mangmang’s gaze unconsciously slid from Lu Sui’s Adam’s apple down to his lower abdomen, and she swallowed.

Tonight she seemed particularly insatiable.

“Don’t want to go.” Wu Mangmang didn’t want to go anywhere – she just wanted to roll in the sheets.

“How about going downstairs to watch a movie? I have a collection of many classic films,” Lu Sui said.

Wu Mangmang thought about it. Lu Sui seemed to have no intention of rolling in the sheets, so she could only suppress her inner fire and nodded.

Going downstairs, the friction between her legs felt strange. Wu Mangmang couldn’t help but irritably tug at the little balls on her chest.

Women are like wolves at thirty, tigers at forty. Was she becoming lustful because she was a year older?

Lu Sui chose the movie, and Wu Mangmang didn’t pay attention to which film he selected.

Because after drinking a glass of cold water, she still felt hot, so she took off her jacket in front of Lu Sui, revealing the fire-red spaghetti-strap dress underneath.

“I’m so hot. Are you hot?” Wu Mangmang fanned herself with her hand, “Give me the remote, let me adjust the temperature. You have the heating on too high, right?”

Lu Sui smiled and handed over the tablet, “I don’t feel hot.”

Wu Mangmang looked at Lu Sui’s smile and squinted her eyes.

This person’s gaze had brazenly circled around her body, staying on her chest and thighs for at least five seconds each, then he looked up and gave her a knowing look.

Wu Mangmang felt like she was being challenged.

Compared to the “pure and chaste” Lu Sui, Wu Mangmang felt like she was being cast as a lustful woman.

Wu Mangmang simply leaned toward Lu Sui, rubbing her chest lightly against his arm, drawing circles on Lu Sui’s chest with her finger, then said seductively, “Boss, all alone?”