Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 810 - 40: It’s All Your Fault, Casting Magic Recklessly

There was a sweet dessert-like taste beneath her lips, and Ben Shaming couldn’t help but let out a sigh from deep within.

Even he didn’t know exactly what emotions that sigh carried. Was it satisfaction, melancholy, or perhaps—self-reproach, helplessness?

Only her taste was just as he remembered it, instantly satisfying his cravings and fulfilling his imagination...

How could he possibly explain that his inexplicable tantrum in the photography studio was triggered by the sweet aroma filling the room? Drawn by that scent, his mind couldn’t help but drift to thoughts of a person, to her lips... At that time, he desperately tried to escape, tried to control himself, but ultimately he was defeated by the pervasive aroma.

He became increasingly anxious and irritable due to the sudden and vivid longing in that moment.

The unnecessary argument was merely a pretext for him to find a chance to temporarily escape the aroma.

He, the notorious killer Ben Shaming, was defeated by a sweet, gentle aroma, retreating in disarray!

So he kissed her lips fiercely, whispering hoarsely in between the kisses: "...This is your punishment. Witch, this is the price you have to pay for casting spells with your desserts again."

After quickly finishing his words, he hurried back to her lips.

Heavens, her lips truly had magic, sweet and soft, and—they seemed to cling to him, rendering him powerless to leave.

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At the end of such a dark corridor, no one would come.

Only occasionally did cars pass by outside the door, bringing with them noise and light. Yet, they couldn’t disturb them; instead, the unpredictable lights and noise intensified their excitement.

He was overwhelmed by unfamiliar emotions, oddly incapable of stopping the kiss.

He continued, kept going, until... until from the touching lips, a surge of electric sensations one after another activated every cell in his body.

They all came alive, they all started to throb in unison, and then—his body underwent changes that even surprised him. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

For the first time in his life, a woman had made him so ardently stirred!

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And this witch before him was even more bewildering.

She was not young anymore; she had her own successful career. Such a woman surely understood discretion and self-protection—yet she was sweet and soft, yielding to his movements without resistance, becoming even softer because of them...

Heavens, he was about to lose control!

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In the photography studio, Yan Jian patiently communicated with the photographer. Although the young girl was inexperienced, she was naturally sweet and earnestly willing to learn... After scolding her a bit, the photographer eventually calmed down and couldn’t continue scolding her.

After reassuring the photographer, she hurried back to discuss the design concept with the model.

After a while of effort, everyone adjusted back to the right mindset and agreed to finally conduct another good trial. Only then did she step down from the stage to look for her phone.

Earlier, Third Sister had called her once, and she had been somewhat on edge, worried that Third Sister might be looking for an excuse to come over. Given the time, she was probably here already.

But after searching around the stage, she didn’t see any trace of Third Sister.

Still uneasy, she asked the staff on the perimeter. The staff said they hadn’t seen any young lady, but they did notice a stranger, an aunty. Actually, they weren’t paying attention to the aunty but were concerned about the prop shawl on her head, fearing she might slip away with it.

Yan Jian’s heart sank upon hearing this, and she quickly asked where the aunty went later.

The staff said reassuringly that no matter what, that aunty eventually took off the scarf and put it back in the props box at the door before leaving by herself.

Yan Jian had no choice but to sigh and head outside to look.

Outside the photography studio was a large factory building. It was dim; apart from the cars driving by, the entire factory was silent.

But Yan Jian, after all, was a keen and observant girl, and in the empty factory, without external noises, the echoes were amplified... So, she vaguely heard—it was singing.

Very light, fragmented, sporadic. But just from those few bits, Yan Jian’s heart trembled tremendously!

She was no longer an naive little girl; after all that happened with James, she could instantly recognize it was a sound a woman could only make in that moment!