Chapter 19: Encounter with a Beauty (2)

  The woman's face was finally clear to Zhang Fan under close contact. She was indeed a beauty, a great beauty. Her skin was so delicate that it seemed to radiate light. Under Zhang Fan's gaze, her eyes were somewhat helpless and evasive. Her originally beautiful small mouth had changed shape under Zhang Fan's hand, with a slightly painful expression, which further stirred up Zhang Fan's protective desire. Why did her face look just like Countess Yekaterina? Another doubt arose in Zhang Fan's heart. This woman, since she appeared, had brought countless unsolved mysteries before Zhang Fan. Maybe she was a thread that would lead to countless knots, or maybe she was a knot that would pull out a long thread.

  Putting aside the various thoughts swirling in his mind, Zhang Fan couldn't help but let out a low moan, as a familiar intense feeling rose up from within him. The last time had left him unsatisfied, this time, would he be able to lose himself once again?

  Zhang Fan relaxed his grip, allowing the woman to speak. The woman didn't make a sound, but instead let out a soft sigh. This sigh was like the satisfied hum of a lover in someone's arms. Originally, her enchanting and seductive voice had already made Zhang Fan extremely excited. A woman like this was truly a femme fatale. As the old saying goes, "A beauty can be a calamity," it's indeed an eternal truth that remains effective no matter when it's used.

  Zhang Fanqiang swallowed a mouthful of saliva and suppressed the urge to push her down on the sofa, forcing himself to ask: "Who are you?"

  The woman, under Zhang Fan's pressure, changed to a more comfortable sitting position and lazily said: "Is it that you care so much about who I am?" Zhang Fan could feel her body suddenly becoming exceptionally soft, soft enough to be molded into his bones. "Or is it just that you want to know who I am?"

  The woman stretched her legs out and then curled them up again, hooking her knees over Zhang Fan's waist, rubbing gently against him.

  You like playing? Then I'll play with you until you're satisfied. Zhang Fan slightly smiled, in the game between men and women, who would be at a disadvantage?

  "I'm really looking forward to knowing who you are, because you're the most fascinating woman I've ever met. Perfect legs, passionate and thrilling. I remember, you said that I'm the strongest man you've ever met." Zhang Fan started following her words, his hands didn't idle, sliding from the girl's hair down to her neck, and gently stroking her nape with his fingers. Feeling the slight tremble of her body and the subtle change in her breathing due to his actions.

  When their postures had changed, the woman was reclining on the sofa, while Zhang Fan was lying entirely on top of her. It's impossible to verify who kissed whom first. What matters is that they began to grope each other's bodies, liberating every inch of skin from each other's clothes. The garments were stripped off one by one and fell onto the floor beneath the sofa. Smooth skin glistened in the darkness as the entwined couple formed a peculiar interplay of light and shadow.

  The sound of heavy breathing filled every corner of the room, filled with a spring-like atmosphere. Zhang Fan was attentive, using his body to feel the woman on top of him, interpreting the emotions expressed in her limbs. However, what made him disappointed, or perhaps exactly what he had hoped for, was that Zhang Fan read passion from her. He didn't rush to ask again, and the woman seemed to want to change the subject as well, enthusiastically guiding Zhang Fan's attention. Of course, if a man could still ask questions in this situation, it would be either incompetence or stupidity to not understand the mood. Unfortunately, Zhang Fan was neither, and he thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure of the moment.

  At last, after a passionate outburst, they calmed down in each other's arms. Zhang Fan's hands were still wrapped around the woman's shoulders, and her passionate breath lingered on his body. The woman clung tightly to Zhang Fan's chest, her hand resting on his breast, her legs entwined with his. A man and woman after passion are more suited to talking about love. But Zhang Fan seemed to have understood that interrogation could be a form of sweet talk.

  "I never knew what your name was, can you tell me?" He lightly kissed the woman's forehead, and Zhang Fan began to unravel the mystery step by step.

  "Ou Ni." Zhang Fan finally heard the woman's voice again, a mix of angel and devil. Such a voice made Zhang Fan's heart tremble slightly, he himself couldn't explain why it was so.

  "Ouni, Ouni, what a lovely name. Just like you, it's emitting a captivating fragrance." Flattery wasn't something every man could do, but Zhang Fan was undoubtedly a master of it. Even his casual compliments sounded as beautiful as poetry.

  "Hehe... do you say that to every woman you've slept with?" Ouni chuckled softly, using her fingers to gently tease the hair under Zhang Fan's armpits, and lightly tugged on it, feeling Zhang Fan slightly pull back. Then she giggled in Zhang Fan's arms.

  Zhang Fan grasped her hand, holding it in his own and placing it on his chest. He lowered his head and gently kissed Ouni's nose, then lightly nibbled on it with his mouth, muttering to himself: "You little demon, you're really a demon."

  "By the way, little fairy, where did you come from?" This question had been on Zhang Fan's mind for a long time, and he had never found an answer. Would Ouni be able to answer this question for him this time? And would many other mysterious events also get clues from Ouni's mouth and become clearer?

  "Me..." Ouni's voice was somewhat helpless, also somewhat bewildered and incomprehensible, but more of a deep exhaustion. "Actually I don't know where I came from. I only know that I lost part of my memory."

  "Lost some memories?" Zhang Fan's mind was filled with many thoughts. The empty space in the sea of consciousness before Countess Yekaterina's death, wasn't it similar to losing memories? And Longyi's abnormal behavior, wasn't it also being controlled by someone, invading his sea of consciousness? Could it be that all these events were connected by an invisible thread? Then what did Ouni represent on this thread? Were their events related to the missing Professor Ouyang?

  "I think that's it, I don't remember what my name is, it seems to be Ouni or something! Because when you asked me what my name was, the first thing that came to mind was this name." She buried her head in Zhang Fan's chest and changed positions to snuggle closer to him.

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  At 7 o'clock tonight, if nothing unexpected happens, I will update another chapter. These unexpected events refer to: first, power outage; second, I forgot; third, computer strike.

  Hehe, the second possibility is more likely, but to remind my memory, brothers, recommend, collect, click! Let the update come more fiercely.

  I'm really sorry, I sent the wrong volume and it went to the relevant works section. After adjusting for half a day, I couldn't get it back, so I resent it again. The 7pm update is coming tonight, waiting for everyone's votes...