Chapter 1653 - 668: Fumel (2)

Chapter 1653: Chapter 668: Fumel (2)

And Zhou Wang was more like the silence before the hunt.

Even though the intoxication was mixed with impulses constantly rising, he was still cautiously verifying... This was the survival instinct of a seasoned hunter.

Of course, even if he did nothing, for Zhou Wang at this moment, it was already a great pleasure.

He could feel every hint of scorching heat conveyed from the astonishing curves pressed against him, and the irresistible small friction induced by the slight trembling.

Just like how all love affairs are most intoxicating during moments of ambiguity, this was the same; at this moment, the tug-of-war of emotions that were on the verge of speaking but held back, and the atmosphere created by intertwined gazes and near-touching lips, were the essence of everything.

You know what you want, she knows what you want; she doesn’t want to let you get it easily, yet she can’t resist because she also wants something...

This is a psychological game unique to adults.

"Zhou Wang."

At this point, finally unable to withstand Zhou Wang’s gaze, Miss Di turned her head away first.

"What are you saying?"

Zhou Wang’s voice sounded very calm.

"This... This isn’t right, get up first, let’s... Let’s leave here first."

Miss Di attributed everything to the special changes brought by this special room, the "tools" on the walls, the large bed illuminated by moonlight, and the thick darkness creating a cold solitude, all urging the two to draw closer.

But Zhou Wang clearly had a different opinion.

"This has nothing to do with where we are; the point is... do you want it?"

The last three words were whispered by Zhou Wang next to her delicate earlobe, causing Miss Di to shiver, her hand pressing against Zhou Wang’s chest instantly collapsing.

Their bodies pressed even closer.

In an almost suffocating intimacy, Miss Di was still trying to struggle:

"You, you’re just being impulsive, you don’t really understand... No, what I mean is that it’s too fast, I wasn’t psychologically prepared."

Miss Di originally wanted to say "Zhou Wang doesn’t understand him," but she quickly remembered how accurately he summarized her personality earlier, so she had to change her phrasing.

"Are you really not psychologically prepared?"

At this moment, Zhou Wang chuckled, speaking as if casually chatting: "You know, from the moment we met today, I smelled a very special scent on you."

Miss Di was initially confused, but upon hearing Zhou Wang’s words, something unknown flashed through her mind, causing her body to stiffen slightly.

"At first, I was wondering if I had smelled it wrong, or if it was someone else’s scent, because in such settings, everyone uses a bit of perfume... until when I embraced you in that cigar room; that was when I finally confirmed, I didn’t smell wrong, nor was it an illusion."

Listening to Zhou Wang’s narrative, Miss Di’s last shred of wishful thinking finally vanished. She was just about to stop Zhou Wang from speaking out, but it was already too late.

"Is it the Flower of QY?"

Zhou Wang chuckled in her ear, "Well, who would dare believe that Miss Di actually uses such an allegedly forbidden perfume?"

The so-called "Flower of QY" comes from a perfume brand called Fumel.

This brand is niche, not many people know about it, let alone use it.

Yet it is recognized in the perfume industry as a top luxury brand, belonging to the highest-tier salon perfume brands, akin to "advanced custom" or "art collection" in the perfume world.

Zhou Wang knew about this brand and the scent Miss Di wore because Su Yajing had bought a bottle of the same. The perfume’s base was intense, gentle, with a hint of green leaf juice to balance it.

It could unknowingly awaken the most primal and fiery emotions in the body.

Of course, it’s not as mystical as the pills in novels, more like a subtle seduction, a psychological signal.

In the top commercial venues of the Magic City, this perfume is relatively widespread, but in other circles, few know of it.

Truth be told, Zhou Wang was quite surprised upon initially smelling it, doubting that Miss Di would use such a forbidden perfume regarded as deviant.

Until in the cigar room, when Miss Di fell onto him, he finally confirmed that the special scent was indeed conveyed from Miss Di.

Though very subtle, using a small amount, and with the presence of some other scents concealing it, Zhou Wang wouldn’t smell wrong.

"I... I don’t know what you’re talking about. This was a sample of perfume given by someone else; I just wanted to try a different scent, and I don’t even know what it is..."

As Zhou Wang expected, even though Miss Di was already blushing red, she still shook her head, denying it.

"Really?"

Zhou Wang revealed a certain triumphant smile; he first gently brushed over Miss Di’s soft earlobe with his nose, "Then tell me, why didn’t you spray your perfume behind your ears..."

While Miss Di’s thoughts were in turmoil from the electric-like stimulation, Zhou Wang breathed warm air close to her snow-white neck.

"Nor on your neck."

"Nor on your wrists."

Zhou Wang raised their interlocked fingers, took a sniff, then gently lowered them again, finally fixing his gaze on the edge of her strap.

"But here?"

Zhou Wang buried his head deeply.

This time, he clearly smelled the rich, intoxicating scent of the perfume, mingled with another seemingly candy-like scent, making Zhou Wang nearly lose his mind in an instant.

Miss Di momentarily couldn’t react, the chilly air mixed with Zhou Wang’s warm breath simultaneously took the high point of her body and thoughts, leaving her mind blank.

... Miss Di felt that she must have had a lapse in judgment, using the bottle of perfume she had kept sealed before stepping out.

Just out of shyness and caution, Miss Di only used a little. Too afraid to spray it on conventional spots, she ultimately allowed those scents to fall into her strap dress.

Perhaps as Zhou Wang said, deep in her heart, she might also have been expecting something, but it was just a vague notion; when it really happened and unfolded, it came so turbulent, catching Miss Di off guard.

She couldn’t help but recall that night in Paris when she accidentally entered the room at the end of the hallway and witnessed that equally "deviant" scene.

How did that delicate, pure girl, as white as a lily, show such an expression at that moment?

Such an expression was only seen by Miss Di in some films exploring human nature and ethics.

Perhaps only at this moment did Miss Di realize that the scene had been deeply etched in her mind; she was curious, prompting some unspeakable fantasies, leading her to use that bottle of perfume before leaving the house today as if possessed by a demon...

Adventure?

What a ridiculous "fig leaf."

The moment she was willing to avoid everyone’s sight with him, stepping into the depths of the hallway, this outcome was already destined.

Thinking this way, Zhou Wang was right.

She had indeed mentally prepared long ago; her subconscious had already accepted such developments, yet she stubbornly denied it...

However, these seem to be irrelevant now.

Because her defenses were finally completely broken by Zhou Wang; she lost all strength to resist him, slowly closed her eyes, and embraced the wild kiss.

Miss Di felt herself peeling away, emptying, drifting afar.

When she finally regained a trace of clarity from her sinking, she saw her six-figure bespoke dress hanging like a rag on the edge of the bed; she saw her elongated legs raised high, shining like jade in the moonlight streaming through the window.

"Zhou Wang..."

Miss Di let out a hoarse call.

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