Addiction to Temptation: His Mischievous Sweetheart Captivates Him-Chapter 67: Wanting to Tempt, and Truly Irresistible
Natalie’s reflexes were quick, preventing her phone from falling to the ground.
Her dissatisfaction with Zane’s behavior vanished once she saw the game results.
Natalie was somewhat surprised.
"You played pretty well."
Zane curled his lips into a smile.
In the days he used to play games, thousands praised his skills. He was used to it, but Natalie’s simple compliment pleased him more.
"The character you chose is really too easy."
Hearing this, Natalie turned her head to look at him with surprise.
"You don’t play this game?"
"I’ve never played it."
Natalie: ...
Never played it.
Does Zane even know that in this game, Hawke is heavily reliant on technique?
Some players take Hawke and become invisible snipers who never hit a target, some are plain shooters, while only a few can master sniping - hitting instantly and with swift moves. But even these experts depend on their sense of touch.
Natalie happens to be one of those few, but unfortunately, she lacks the touch today.
So she handed the phone back to Zane.
"You play for me."
She wanted to see how Zane would operate.
Zane glanced at her, at her bold and straightforward demeanor. Only Natalie dared to be so earnest in front of him.
The man remained motionless, the screen dimming from bright.
Natalie rolled her eyes and leaned close to Zane’s ear, mimicking the coy voice of another teammate earlier.
"Good brother, please play for me."
As soon as she said it, Natalie saw Zane’s expression relax.
She snorted coldly inside; so, even this dog-man liked being called "brother" like other men.
But even though she thought this, Natalie’s words remained sweet.
"Brother, you’re so amazing, please play for me~"
Zane tilted his head, raised a hand to rub his tingling earlobe, glanced at Natalie, his lips carrying a smile.
"You’re overacting."
Natalie: ...
Zane truly enjoyed Natalie’s act of pretending to be obedient to achieve her goals.
No need for Natalie to push further, Zane picked up the phone and started playing.
He wasn’t yet accustomed to the mobile game’s joystick, but overcoming that discomfort was simple. From his movement and control, it was evident he had experience with shooting games on PC.
Natalie understood.
No wonder he quickly adapted to this game, her chosen character just happened to align with his sniping experience.
The game ended quickly with Zane’s flawless sniping x10.
As soon as the settlement screen popped up, several friend requests appeared.
One was from the girl who had used her mic previously.
Natalie smiled as she read that friend request aloud.
"Brother, you’re awesome, can you play with me? We can voice chat!"
Zane nonchalantly asked.
"What’s so special about voice chat?"
Natalie explained with a smile.
"This voice chat isn’t just in-game."
Zane raised his eyebrows, signaling Natalie to continue.
Natalie looked out the window, the floor was high, and without leaning near the window, she couldn’t see the river view or the vibrant nightlife outside.
A vast, dark night.
Leaning closer, her lips almost touched his skin.
She opened her mouth, word by word, her breath spreading across his earlobe.
"Late-night voice chats, what do you think we could do?"
Probably because she drank milk often, Natalie had a faint creamy fragrance about her. Ordinarily unnoticed, but so close, Zane couldn’t ignore it.
Clearly she still carried the scent of hot pot, yet Zane could only smell the pure, tempting, slightly fatal milky scent at that moment.
And Natalie deliberately spoke with a suggestive tone.
Trying to entice, indeed captivating.
Zane enveloped her with his large hands, and with no defense, Natalie easily found herself held in his embrace.
She remained calm, lifting her head within his arms, her alluring eyes tugging at one’s heartstrings.
The man lowered his head, mimicking her, whispering softly by her ear.
"I don’t know, teach me?"
After speaking, he pulled back slightly, raised a hand and pinched her earlobe.
The pressure increased from gentle to firm.
Once he saw it turn blood-red, the man let out a satisfying chuckle from his chest.
Pressed so close, Natalie could feel the rise and fall of his chest.
Not only Natalie’s charming eyes were attractive, but Zane’s deep eyes were equally captivating.
Profound, like an ancient pond, his long, straight eyelashes like surrounding trees, shielding the pond, keeping its surface calm.
Yet the calmer it seemed, the more it drew exploration.
Mesmerizing.
How to teach him?
Her late-night voice chats she experienced were merely gaming sessions with Aaron and the others.
Natalie didn’t want to show any flaws, so she wrapped her arms around his neck, exerting just enough force to shift from curled up in his embrace to sitting on his lap.
Wearing a dress, her legs parted on his thighs, the skirt sliding up, revealing part of her legs.
Zane naturally placed his hand behind her waist.
Natalie smiled, intentionally capturing Zane’s gaze with her eyes.
Her fingers mimicked walking, wandering along his neck.
Seeing Zane’s Adam’s apple move up and down, a cunning gleam flashed in Natalie’s eyes, she bent down, got close to his ear, opened her mouth, and bit it lightly.
Then, before Zane could react, she quickly freed herself from his grasp and dashed off downstairs.
The room echoed with her footsteps and triumphant laughter.
"Teach you my ass!"
The space was vast, speaking loudly still echoed.
Zane sat on the sofa, watching Natalie’s mischievous figure vanish around the stairway corner, he raised his hand to touch where she bit him.
She indeed showed no mercy, the bite even stung him.
Alone in the empty downstairs, Zane sat for a while, then suddenly a low laugh resonated in the room.
"Little rascal."
Finally, he stood up, picked up his bag, and ascended the stairs.
This time, not only did Natalie lock her room door, but she also locked the closet door.
Zane fetched a key from his pants pocket, he didn’t know where he found it, and boldly opened the room door to go inside.
Natalie was showering, water mixed with her singing.
She seemed genuinely happy.
Zane sat on the sofa, his legs nonchalantly stretched apart, he fetched a cigarette, biting it between his lips, but didn’t light it.
Natalie’s delightful sounds relaxed his heavy mood considerably.
At this moment, Zane finally understood why he packed up and returned to Natalie’s after leaving Aaron’s.
He discovered it, finally admitted it.
Being with Natalie, he was truly happy.
