Chapter 163: Chapter 163: Can I Take Off the Mask?

Their lips were still locked together, their hands eagerly fumbling with each other’s clothes, as if trying to express the tidal wave of desire surging within them.

Lucia completely occupied Su Yaoyao’s mind. Her consciousness held nothing but a deep yearning for him, a desperate desire for more intimate contact, as if it were the only way to fill the ever-widening void in her heart.

However, the moment their bodies fell heavily onto the bed, Su Yaoyao’s passion-addled reason barely returned at the last second.

She shot her hands out, pressing them against Lucia’s firm chest. Her ragged breaths were sharp in the silent room, her cheeks as crimson as ripe tomatoes. Her voice held an irrepressible tremor. "It’s... It’s too fast."

Her eyes were filled with panic and hesitation. Though her feelings for Lucia burned like a raging fire, this sudden rush of intimacy sent ripples of uncertainty through her heart.

"Yaoyao, let’s forget our troubles for now and just enjoy tonight." Lucia’s voice seemed to drift from a distant dream, filled with an irresistible allure. It was like an invisible magic, pulling Su Yaoyao back into that fantastical world of passion.

His lips gently fell upon hers again, soft as a feather’s touch, yet carrying a power she couldn’t refuse.

Su Yaoyao felt her last line of rational defense crumble like a sandcastle under his gentle assault. She was once again lost in the kiss, dizzy and disoriented, completely sinking into an endless sea of love.

"Yaoyao, can I take off your mask?" Lucia pulled his lips slightly away from hers, his breathing a little ragged as he asked softly. His eyes were full of anticipation, as if awaiting a priceless answer.

Su Yaoyao’s consciousness was already hazy. Driven by the fiery emotions, she slowly nodded, the movement as gentle as a petal in the breeze.

Lucia carefully reached out, his fingertips trembling slightly, and gently removed the mask.

When Su Yaoyao’s stunning face was fully revealed, he couldn’t help but hold his breath.

He hadn’t gotten a chance to look closely last time. This time, his gaze was like a paintbrush, carefully tracing every one of her features.

Her delicate features were like heaven’s most perfect masterpiece, every part exuding a captivating charm. It was a face that, once seen, could never be forgotten.

’Yaoyao is... the Holy Female!’

Lucia felt his heart slam in his chest as if struck by a heavy hammer. The world dissolved into nothingness, leaving only the female before him—the one for whom he would gladly lose himself.

"Yaoyao, you’re so beautiful," he murmured, his voice full of amazement and love. It seemed to pour from the depths of his soul, brimming with endless affection.

Under Lucia’s fiery gaze, Su Yaoyao’s cheeks grew hotter, as if she could feel the blood surging beneath her skin.

She truly felt Lucia’s deep love. This feeling of being cherished and adored filled her heart like sweet honey, suffusing her with happiness and warmth.

She gently wrapped her arms around Lucia’s neck, her eyes shining with love, and initiated a kiss, pulling him back into that passionate and profound embrace, as if to pour every emotion from the depths of her heart into him, holding nothing back.

Lucia’s golden pupils instantly widened, trembling slightly. This was the first time Yaoyao had ever kissed him so boldly, and surprise exploded in his heart like fireworks.

He slowly closed his eyes, seizing control of the kiss and responding with even more fervor, as if pouring all of his love into it.

Lucia’s hands slid slowly down the elegant curve of her spine, his touch gentle and full of love. Each brush of his fingertips ignited little flames inside her, making her flush with heat and lose herself in a daze of passion.

Su Yaoyao clung tightly to Lucia’s neck, her body trembling uncontrollably. This feeling of complete surrender was both terrifying and utterly captivating, leaving her unable to pull away.

Lucia’s lips slowly left hers, trailing a path of light kisses down her cheek to land delicately on her neck.

Su Yaoyao tilted her head back slightly, an involuntary soft moan escaping her lips. The sound was as melodious as an oriole’s song in spring, yet laced with an indescribable mix of coy protest and raw desire, as if voicing all the love and anticipation deep inside her.

She closed her eyes tightly, her long eyelashes fluttering like a butterfly’s wings. The shyness and excitement in her heart were like two intertwining streams surging within her, robbing her of the ability to think.

"Yaoyao, let me be yours..." Lucia whispered in her ear. His hot breath on her sensitive skin sent a jolt through her, and she couldn’t help but squirm slightly.

She could clearly feel the sincerity and passion in Lucia’s words. This made the flame of love in her heart burn even more fiercely, as if it would completely consume her in its fervent blaze.

...

Downstairs, a black flying car silently came to a stop. Its body was understated yet luxurious, exuding a restrained majesty.

The car door slowly opened, and a man in a wine-red suit stepped out. The color was like a burning flame, complementing his deep eyes, and the mask on his face lent him an air of mystery.

Roland, who had been standing guard downstairs, was startled when he saw Augustine. He quickly hurried forward, knelt on one knee, and lowered his head respectfully. "Your Majesty." His voice was tinged with awe and nervousness.

Augustine narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp. "I sent you to protect the Holy Female," he said coldly, "not to stand around loitering downstairs." His voice seemed to be laced with ice, making one shudder.

Roland’s mouth pressed into a thin line as a fine, cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead. He lowered his head even further, almost touching it to the ground. He knew he had failed in his duty, and his heart filled with guilt and fear.

Augustine let out a cold snort, the sound seemingly squeezed from between his teeth, laden with endless displeasure.

He ignored Roland and walked straight toward the building. His steps were firm and powerful, each one seeming to land directly on Roland’s heart.

Roland immediately took out his Light Computer, his fingers fumbling frantically as he sent a message to Su Yaoyao: "Holy Female, His Majesty has come to find you himself. Whatever you’re doing right now, you’d better come down immediately."