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Musang's thick, jet-black hair was braided into a long braid that hung down the back of her neck, revealing an excessively white face. She did not have any makeup on, but she looked just like a celebrity on TV.

Leung Youshen sat at the black card dinner, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Musang in such a state. It was clean, pure, and naive, completely different from the passionate, silk-like little enchantress of the night.

"Why did you come so early?" Musang opened the door of the car and sat on the back seat, she moved and adjusted her posture.

The driver at the front quickly adjusted the position of the rear view mirror and drove with an expressionless face, as if he was not surprised by the scene in front of him.

Musang was startled by his sudden action, then broke into a charming smile. She extended her arms around his neck, and her fox eyes emitted a captivating light, "What, Mr. Leung can't wait any longer?"

Leung Youshen smiled lightly. He must have seen wrongly just now, which was why he felt that this woman had a pure and innocent side. He lowered his head and gave her a shallow kiss on her bright, glistening lips. "The red is just right for your skin."

"I've always had good eyes." After Musang finished this sentence, she released her hand and returned to her seat, then closed her eyes and rested.

She had rushed a paper last night and got up early this morning to shoot a cover poster for the magazine. Now she was sleepy. Furthermore, Leung Youshen rarely chatted with her on the carriage, so she ignored him and went to sleep on her own.

The car drove on very smoothly, and Musang unknowingly fell asleep. When she woke up again, the driver was already not on the car, Leung Youshen was using a flat plate on the side, as if he was handling some work.

"What time is it?"

"Twelve seventeen."

Musang's eyebrows twitched, she had actually slept for more than an hour? Carefully observing Leung Youshen's expression, he lowered his head slightly. When his perfect profile entered her line of sight, it was still as noble and cold as before, but there was no impatience or anger.

It seems that his project went smoothly in the morning. Musang was relieved, "Let's go eat, I'm hungry."

After Leung Youshen heard this, he closed the phone and put it by his side, then turned to look at her, "I've waited for half an hour for you, so no matter what, you have to satisfy me first, right?"

As he pressed his body down, Musang thought to himself, why does this man speak in such an elegant and noble manner?

"Don't break my dress." Musang vaguely said as she embraced his neck.

The response he got was a pinch on his chest.

When someone finally "satisfied" the meal was long gone.

Musang lied on the soft seat, gasping for breath, she did not even have the strength to start tidying up her messy clothes. Her braids had fallen apart in the heat of the struggle, and her long, thick, slightly curly hair made her face even smaller.

Leung Youshen sat at the top and looked down at her. Because he was satisfied, he was in a good mood, a light smile hung on the corners of his mouth.

"Even that can't stand the torment of a man who's too hungry!" Musang couldn't help but retort back when she heard him indirectly say that her physical ability was insufficient.

After Leung Youshen heard this, he bent down, "Do you want to see how hungry I am? "Hmm?"

His handsome face enlarged in front of her, and Musang felt that the current Leung Youshen was being calculative today.

He put on a sweet smile and took the initiative to kiss her lightly on the cheek. "Can you come and see me next time?"

Leung Youshen let her go and helped her tidy her clothes, "Let's go and fill your stomach."