Ye Zhiwei was stunned. Hadn't she locked the door?

She remembered locking the door; her door was locked tight.

Ye Zhiwei lay on the bed. The room was dark, with only the faint moonlight filtering in through the window. Jiang Jianian could see the girl on the bed through this dim light.

He was covered tightly with the blanket and lay on the bed in a stiff, upright posture.

She was pretending to be asleep.

Jiang Jianian came to Ye Zhiwei.

Ye Zhiwei lay on the bed, not daring to move. The young man's long, beautiful hand gently landed on Ye Zhiwei's body, and she only dared to tremble slightly, forcing herself not to make a sound.

What is the male protagonist doing?

What are they doing?

What are they doing?!

Jiang Jianian's long, beautiful hand slid down Ye Zhiwei's delicate, fair neck. Her skin was very tender, and one could faintly feel the tiny blood vessels.

He was stroking her.

From the veins in the neck, down to the shoulder straps of the slip dress, to the collarbone, and then down—

Ye Zhiwei couldn't help but swallow, not daring to make any big movements. In the darkness, she could feel Jiang Jianian's caresses, inch by inch, from top to bottom, as if he were studying her body structure very meticulously.

The air conditioning was on indoors, and the temperature was very low, but Jiang Jianian's hands were not as cold as usual; they were burning hot.

Even through her thin pajamas, Ye Zhiwei could feel the intense heat of Jiang Jianian's hands, as if they were about to burn her.

He knew she was awake.

Jiang Jianian's actions became more deliberate, deliberately touching, deliberately caressing, deliberately intimate. Her slight trembling made his already completely defeated sadistic desires surge up.

He suppressed his feelings for so long, restrained himself for so long, trying to pretend to be a good person and win her favor, but in the end she was with another man.

Jealousy eroded Jiang Jianian's remaining rationality.

The moment Ye Zhiwei appeared, he almost lost control. He told himself to stay far away from her, to leave, and not to appear in front of him again, to get out of there as soon as possible.

She could never be his.

Thinking of this, Jiang Jianian's last shred of reason completely vanished.

She must be his.

“I thought I could still endure it, and I was wondering how long I could endure it, but clearly, I can’t endure it anymore. Why should I endure it? If your way doesn’t work, then I’ll use my way.” He lowered his voice, which was hoarse and deep because of desire. “Are you still planning to pretend to be asleep, Ye Zhiwei?”

Ye Zhiwei was so shocked that she couldn't say a word.

She was desperately trying to figure out what was going on.

Why did Jiang Jianian, who said yesterday that he would make dinner for her this afternoon, suddenly become so cold towards her? He had a cold face the whole time just now, so why did he suddenly appear in her room?

It's one thing to show up in her room, but to say these things—

Ye Zhiwei looked at Jiang Jianian in disbelief, "I..."

She wanted to say something, but Jiang Jianian's finger pressed against her lips. The young boy stared at her in the darkness and continued in a hoarse voice, "Think it over before you speak. I don't want to hurt you."

He couldn't bear the possibility that he wouldn't have her, not even a little bit.

Jiang Jianian grabbed Ye Zhiwei's wrist, and with a click, the handcuffs snapped shut.

Before Ye Zhiwei could react, her hands were already handcuffed, and the other end of the handcuffs was on Jiang Jianian.

All his patience was on the verge of collapse. He was dragged back into hell. He stood at the entrance to hell, as if he could not see the light. He didn't actually need the light; he just wanted Ye Zhiwei.

"I'm sorry, Ye Zhiwei, I can't hold back anymore." He finally couldn't suppress his desire and succumbed to his lust, kissing Ye Zhiwei's hand reverently.