C6 Extraordinary Rose Flower.

Faang Ming forcefully pinned Chu Ning'er beneath him, disregarding her startled cries as he began to stroke her body. The silky, tender skin ignited a growing desire within him, and he quickly became aroused. His hands greedily roamed every inch of her skin. Initially, Chu Ning'er resisted, but as her body grew numb and weak, her efforts waned.

Leaning over, Faang Ming kissed her lips, which offered only a weak protest. The softness and sweetness intensified his movements, and he grew increasingly rough, eager to release his pent-up frustration.

Chu Ning'er, unable to contain herself, let out a soft moan under his provocation.

As they continued, their bodies entwined, shedding their pajamas for a more intimate encounter. Skin pressed tightly against skin, the sensation was as comforting as sinking into a hot spring, utterly entrancing.

It's often said that heroes are ensnared by love, and in this moment, Faang Ming was the epitome of that adage, having forgotten everything in his complete surrender.

He aggressively massaged Chu Ning'er's breasts, hungrily savoring the taste of her tongue, while his thigh intertwined with her shapely legs. Dissatisfied with mere friction, he pressed the root of his thigh against her most intimate area.

"Ugh..." Chu Ning'er gasped, but within moments, Faang Ming had claimed her mouth once more.

Gradually, the nipples in Faang Ming's grasp hardened. His hand ventured lower, and with each touch, Chu Ning'er's body quivered.

At last, Faang Ming began to remove Chu Ning'er's underwear.

Seconds later, they lay completely bare, with not a thread to hide behind.

Breathing heavily, Faang Ming's desire peaked, yearning to become one with Chu Ning'er.

"Don't..." Chu Ning'er whispered, tears streaming down her face.

Noticing her tears, Faang Ming halted, restraining himself from going further.

"Ning'er..." he said gently, wiping away her tears, his mind clearing.

"I'll only bring you misfortune..." Chu Ning'er wept, unable to overcome her inner turmoil, especially with the recent threats they faced, which only deepened her sense of unworthiness.

Realizing his mistake, Faang Ming harshly slapped himself for misconstruing Chu Ning'er's kindness as consent.

"It's okay, Ning'er. I'll wait for you," he assured her, embracing her and kissing her forehead, refraining from any further advances.

Exhausted, Chu Ning'er finally drifted off to sleep.

Faang Ming watched her sleep with a wry smile. They were both still exposed, and the pressure from Chu Ning'er's chest rekindled his earlier passion. Yet, he refrained from acting on it, instead adjusting his position and succumbing to sleep.

The next day, they awoke near noon, stretching lazily.

"Ning'er, are you awake?" Faang Ming asked softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Mhm..." Chu Ning'er replied faintly.

Their nakedness, coupled with Faang Ming's morning arousal, caused her to blush fiercely.

Feeling an unfamiliar hardness against her, Chu Ning'er's body tensed. After a moment, she shakily asked, "Ah Ming, what are you pressing against me?"

Upon hearing those words, Faang Ming was taken aback, an incredulous thought flashing through his mind: "Ning'er... You... Could it actually be your first time?"

He anxiously awaited Chu Ning'er's response. After a tense moment, he finally made out her reply, quiet as a whisper, "Yes..."

"Haha!" Faang Ming burst into joyful laughter, embracing Chu Ning'er without a care if Little Faang Ming was poking her. He peppered her face with kisses, exclaiming, "I never imagined, Ning'er, that you'd still be... untouched!"

"You're squeezing too hard, Ah Ming..." Chu Ning'er's face flushed with a rosy hue.

Faang Ming's excitement was understandable. Ever since meeting Chu Ning'er, he had lamented her circumstances more than once, wishing he had met her sooner. How much better would that have been?

Upon discovering that Chu Ning'er had been married for a mere three days before becoming a widow, he couldn't help but sigh, wondering why her husband hadn't passed away before their wedding night.

Of course, these thoughts were ones he kept to himself, never daring to voice them to Chu Ning'er or anyone else.

Yet now, Chu Ning'er's admission that she was still a virgin took Faang Ming by complete surprise.

He held Chu Ning'er close, disregarding her annoyed expression, and pressed her for the story. After some time, she revealed the truth.

Before marrying her husband, Chu Ning'er had made it clear that she wouldn't cross certain lines until after the wedding. On their wedding day, her husband, overjoyed, drank himself into oblivion and spent the entire night vomiting. It took him two full days to recover. On the third day, a crisis struck his company. After a round of drinks with other company leaders, he got into his car, lost consciousness, and fatally crashed.

Thus, Chu Ning'er and her husband never had the chance to be intimate before she found herself a widow just three days into her marriage.

"It seems fate has its own plans for us," Faang Ming murmured, caressing Chu Ning'er's blushing cheeks while his hands mischievously toyed with her.

"Take your hands off me," Chu Ning'er chided with a playful scowl, "I'm hungry!"

"I won't," Faang Ming retorted with a playful hum. He had exerted great effort to restrain himself the previous night; today, he was determined to reclaim some 'interest.'

Chu Ning'er's mix of anger and embarrassment bubbled over, and she quickly freed herself from Faang Ming's grasp, revealing her fair skin before hurriedly dressing.

"Ah, I was hoping to sleep in a bit longer," Faang Ming sighed, reminiscing the softness he had held, but eventually, he resigned himself to getting up.

After breakfast, his phone rang.

"Wang Sidao? What's he calling me for?" Faang Ming wondered aloud, then answered the call.

"Hello, is this Faang Ming?" came Wang Sidao's cheerful voice over the phone.

"Yes, it's me. What's up?"

"Well, our shop owner has returned recently and would like to meet with you. Do you have time?"

"The owner?" Faang Ming asked, puzzled, "Aren't you the owner of the Orchid Bamboo Flower Shop?"

"Hehe, no, I'm not," Wang Sidao chuckled, "I just manage the place. The real owner is someone else." He didn't reveal the owner's identity but reiterated his question about whether Faang Ming could make time to visit Arrowguard and meet their shopkeeper.

After pondering for a moment, Faang Ming decided, "Alright, I'll be there the day after tomorrow."

Faang Ming had his reasons for accepting Wang Sidao's invitation. He hadn't been sitting idly by; after sending someone to check out Arrowguard, he realized he'd been seriously shortchanged.

Wang Sidao was buying roses for 15 yuan and flipping them for 100 yuan, marking them up more than sixfold.

It was definitely time to renegotiate the pricing.

Two days later, having made arrangements for Chu Ning'er, Faang Ming headed to the Mingyu Hotel that Wang Sidao had mentioned.

"Meeting here, is he planning to treat me to a meal?" Faang Ming wondered aloud. Nonetheless, he promptly located the reserved private room and stepped inside.

Upon entering, he found Wang Sidao and a stunning woman with a radiant complexion seated and waiting for him.

Caught off guard by the sight, Faang Ming blurted out, "Wang Sidao, what's the deal with bringing your daughter? Where's the manager you mentioned?"

Wang Sidao, mid-sip of water, nearly choked on hearing Faang Ming's comment. His face flushed crimson, and after a fit of coughing, he managed to say, "Let me introduce you, Mr. Lin. This young man here is the one who supplied us with those extraordinary roses."

The 'extraordinary roses' he referred to were the very ones Faang Ming had cultivated.

He then turned to Faang Ming, "This is Mr. Lin, the proprietor of our flower shop."

Upon hearing this, Faang Ming was taken aback, his immediate thought being, Wang Sidao, you sly fox, you've swindled me!