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Once inside the room, she asked me to sit on the sofa and take a rest, then went to the kitchen to busy herself.

A little later, she came over with a teapot.

"I brewed some honey Pu'er tea for you. Drinking it should make you feel better."

My gaze didn't fall on the honey Pu'er tea in front of me but on her.

Our eyes met, and neither of us spoke. Her already blushing face turned even redder.

I was momentarily lost as I inhaled the woman's fragrance mixed with a hint of alcohol, and I reached out to grab her delicate hand.

At first, she tried to pull away, but her strength was nothing compared to mine. Her serious demeanor with those glasses and her profession gave me a sense of guilt.

This sense of guilt, combined with the primal desire in my mind, made me lose control entirely. I quickly pulled her into my arms and kissed her.

She soon responded, and when the moment seemed right, I laid her down on the sofa, removed her glasses, and pressed heavily on top of her.