Exclusive Love: Pampered by the Scheming Tycoon
Chapter 92 Mr. Huo, Good Morning

Chapter 92: Chapter 92 Mr. Huo, Good Morning

How long has it been, and she’s already forgotten? It seems, moving forward, he’ll need to personally take charge and teach her properly.

Lin Banxia looked into the man’s dark and terrifying eyes, her heart screaming that things were about to go south. Sure enough, she had angered him again.

The next moment, it was as if she was caught in a raging storm. Her delicate lips were forcefully pried open, his fierce tongue invading and consuming all her sweetness, sweeping through every corner of her mouth.

Lin Banxia’s breath was brutally cut off by the man, her face red as if it would drip blood, only able to offer weak resistance.

Yet, she didn’t realize that her unconscious squirming was, in the man’s view, a passionate invitation.

The agreement she had been clutching in her hand somehow fell to the floor, and her body, completely soft, lacked even the slightest bit of strength.

Huo Yan Ting proved with his actions that he truly didn’t mind her.

Two hours passed, and this study room—Lin Banxia wouldn’t be able to face it again.

The man was ruthless. He wouldn’t let her go until her waist felt like it was about to snap.

When Lin Banxia was on the verge of fainting, the man finally, utterly satisfied, scooped up her nearly lifeless form and carried her out in his arms.

When Lin Banxia regained consciousness, she was in the bathtub, warm water soaking her skin—a very soothing sensation.

She slowly opened her eyes, then widened them in shock.

Nearby came the sound of running shower water, and moments later, a tall, perfectly sculpted figure stood unabashedly before her.

Huo Yan Ting glanced sideways at her, his tone indifferent: "Sit tight. Don’t fall in. I won’t save you a second time."

Lin Banxia blushed to the point her face turned crimson. So that meant earlier, she couldn’t even sit properly and ended up being rescued by him?

"If you keep tormenting me like this every day, it won’t be long before you become a widower," Lin Banxia murmured softly in protest, not daring to outright scold him.

Huo Yan Ting, unexpectedly in good spirits, chuckled: "That only proves your body is too frail. Starting tomorrow, I’ll hire a nutritionist to help you get back in shape. Also, you’ll need to work out daily—I have no interest in becoming a widower."

Seeing the man intentionally twisting her words, Lin Banxia could only directly retort: "What I meant is, I hope you’ll show some restraint. If you don’t want to be a widower, then it’ll likely be me mourning my husband instead."

"What did you say? Say it again?" The sunny handsomeness on Huo Yan Ting’s face instantly turned dark with storm clouds.

Frightened, Lin Banxia quickly lowered her head, almost dipping it into the bathtub water.

"I’m sorry... I’m sorry. I...I was joking, I didn’t mean to curse you. I just feel... doing that too much isn’t good for your health," Lin Banxia scrambled to apologize, panicked.

Huo Yan Ting turned off the water, his hands braced against the edges of the tub, his eyes brimming with overconfidence: "My health is excellent; I don’t need you worrying about me."

Lin Banxia watched as the man stepped out without even bothering to dry himself, casually tied a bath towel around his waist, and left. Her rapid heartbeat finally calmed down.

Heaven help her, this man was truly narcissistic, arrogant, and utterly incorrigible. She’d practically lost half her life—could she not at least complain a little?

When she finished washing up and came out, the man was already lying in bed, asleep.

Lin Banxia gazed at the spacious, three-meter-wide bed. The man lay royally in the center like an emperor.

Letting out a quiet sigh, Lin Banxia pondered for a moment before walking to the left side and carefully lifting the edge of the covers, sliding herself in.

Fortunately, her body was slim and frail, taking up very little space. Even though the man monopolized the center, her form didn’t touch him.