Natasha was dressed in a black bodysuit that perfectly accentuated her elegant, lethal curves. Even Lin Feng couldn't help but steal a few extra glances.
Seeing this, the corners of Natasha's mouth curled upward. She walked over slowly, rested a hand on Lin Feng's shoulder, and said coquettishly, "But I just prefer the back way. Don't you?"
"Heh." Since she put it like that, what else was there to say? Naturally, he had to satisfy her.
Time slipped away, and in the blink of an eye, several hours had passed. Natasha was lounging in Lin Feng's arms.
"Alright, spill it. You didn't just come here because you were hungry, did you?" Lin Feng asked casually."You really are a man with no sense of romance," Natasha muttered, rolling her eyes in exasperation.
But then, she burst into a sudden laugh and said to herself, "To be honest, it was our Director who sent me to investigate you. I suppose we could say we've really gotten to know each other inside and out by now!"
She paused, her gaze turning sharper. "But your background as a new shareholder of Stark Industries is a complete mystery. The moment you make contact with him, Tony Stark suddenly synthesizes a new element and solves his palladium poisoning? That's far too convenient. Don't try to tell me you had nothing to do with it."
Lin Feng's heart stirred. He realized he had inadvertently disrupted someone's carefully laid plans. However, he couldn't care less about Nick Fury's attitude.
"It has nothing to do with me," Lin Feng said with a slight shrug and a nonchalant tone. "As for Tony Stark, I merely gave him a few suggestions. Regarding everything else... well, I suppose it's exactly as you've guessed."
"Heh, like I'd believe a word of that!" Natasha was speechless. Truly, a man's mouth was a lying ghost.
Still, she didn't feel like exposing him. Investigating Lin Feng was just a side task she had taken upon herself; her real mission was in Brazil.
"I have another mission coming up soon," Natasha said, her tone turning somewhat resentful at the thought of leaving New York. She shot a fierce glare at Lin Feng. "I'm heading to Brazil tonight. Once I'm gone, I'm sure you'll be happy flying off into the sunset with your little girlfriend."
"Brazil?"
Lin Feng ignored her groundless accusations. Instead, the mention of Brazil piqued his interest. At this point in time, for Natasha to suddenly be sent to Brazil... could it be? Was she going to find a certain big, green guy with anger management issues?
"How about I go with you?" Lin Feng suggested with a smile.
"Are you serious?" Natasha looked up, her expression clouded with suspicion. She stared into his eyes, but even with her elite spy instincts, she couldn't detect any ulterior motive within those deep, dark pupils.
"You aren't planning something, are you? Let's get one thing straight: you can't interfere with my mission," Natasha emphasized, still feeling that Lin Feng had his own agenda. But she wasn't foolish enough to keep prying.
"Of course," Lin Feng said with a straight face. "I've heard the women in Brazil are very passionate. Since I've got nothing better to do, I might as well go and experience it for myself."
"Lin Feng, you're a bastard!" Natasha pinched his arm in annoyance.
However, she found that she couldn't even break his "defense." Despite being a peak human who had undergone physical enhancement, she felt weak, pitiful, and helpless in front of Lin Feng. This only deepened her curiosity about his true identity.
"Oh? So you want to experience 'passion,' do you?" Natasha suddenly gave a seductive smile.
Lin Feng blinked, momentarily surprised. But then he saw Natasha lean down, and a series of rustling sounds followed.
Soon enough, he felt the "scorching heat" of Brazil for himself.
Two hours later, Lin Feng and Natasha finally boarded their flight to Brazil.
The luxury first-class cabin was incredibly spacious and designed with total privacy in mind. Even if they decided to engage in certain "favored activities," they didn't have to worry about anyone eavesdropping.
As they entered their private suite, the wide seats and soft lighting made the environment feel exceptionally comfortable.
"Mr. Lin is certainly wealthy, isn't he?" Natasha looked back with a flirtatious smile. She teased him, "Our Director definitely won't reimburse me for a first-class ticket. I'll have to rely on you to keep me in the style I'm accustomed to."
"Heh." Lin Feng reclined lazily in the oversized seat and narrowed his eyes. "You want me to keep you? Fine. But you'll have to prove your value first."
He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.
"Are you sure you want to do this now?" Natasha licked her red lips, her eyes hooded and full of temptation. Her curvaceous figure sent a jolt through his chest.
Meeting Lin Feng's gaze, Natasha leaned into his arms and huffed playfully, "Always bullying me. So what if you have money?"
Her pretty face was pressed against Lin Feng's chest. As their body heat mingled, it felt as though even their heartbeats were beginning to sync.
"Having money is exactly 'so what,'" Lin Feng chuckled, thinking of an old meme from his previous life. He simply held her in silence.
As the flight took off, Lin Feng's thoughts drifted toward the upcoming journey. Before coming here, he had informed Jessica that he would be away for a few days. Though curious, she hadn't pried and simply told him to be careful. Having such a considerate "little girlfriend" made Lin Feng feel warm inside.
He felt a slight twinge of guilt. After all, with the "main flame" staying strong at home while "colorful flags" fluttered outside, it was impossible for him to choose a path of total fidelity.
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