"She walks so quietly, it's terrifying!"

It looked like a frightened fawn, running around in a panic.

Seeing this, Jingmin also stood up, his long legs moving gracefully in alternating steps, and followed her into the dressing room.

He leaned casually against the doorframe, his legs crossed, his gaze fixed on Chu Wuyang's figure.

With a hint of curiosity, I asked:

"Why are you so happy today? Tell me, and it'll make me happy too."

Chu Wuyang's lips curled slightly, revealing a faint smile, but she responded mysteriously:

"Hmm, I won't tell you!"

After saying that, as if remembering something, she turned around and glared at him.

There was no real anger in her eyes, but she urged him reproachfully:

"Get out, I need to change my clothes."

To everyone's surprise, Jing Min seemed not to hear him, and not only did he not move his feet,

Instead, he took the opportunity to get closer to her.

He stretched out his strong arms and gently embraced Chu Wuyang from behind.

To hold someone in one's arms

He rested his chin on her shoulder and said with a smile:

"Were you scared just now? Let me hug you."

His voice was deep and gentle, as if he were soothing a frightened little animal, or as if he were expressing endless pampering.

Jing Min's lips slowly approached, and a gentle kiss landed on her fair neck.

Then, the kiss lingered on her delicate collarbone, each one filled with passionate warmth and deep affection.

Chu Wuyang felt an indescribable tingling sensation instantly spread throughout her body.

She instinctively wanted to push him away.

Just then, Jing Min's cell phone suddenly rang in his pocket.

However, he seemed oblivious, consumed by desire, his lips never pausing for a moment as he continued to kiss her.

Gradually, his breathing became rapid, turning into heavy panting.

A hand quietly slipped under the towel covering her breasts, wantonly kneading her soft, round petals.

Chu Wuyang was startled and hurriedly reached out to push the man who was pressed tightly against her from behind, whispering a reminder:

There's a phone call.

Jing Min frowned deeply, his face full of displeasure and annoyance at being disturbed.

He reluctantly freed one hand to take the phone out of his pocket.

The moment she answered the call, her other hand remained tightly wrapped around Chu Wuyang.

His fingers were still wandering restlessly over her skin.

Chu Wuyang tilted her ear slightly and heard Zhou Chen's voice coming from the other end of the phone.

As soon as Zhou Chen answered the phone, his tone was extremely unfriendly, and he angrily questioned Jing Min.

Yet it was incoherent, with only a tone full of anger and questioning heard.

Jing Min's mind was not on the phone call at all; his voice was hoarse as he asked perfunctorily:

"What?"

Zhou Chen, on the other end of the phone, keenly sensed something was amiss and paused for a moment.

Just as Jing Min was about to lose his patience, Zhou Chen finally spoke up:

“Yun Yang…”

Jingmin, caught up in his own thoughts and feelings, didn't hear clearly at all.

Chu Wuyang, who had been paying close attention to the phone conversation, heard those two words clearly.

A thought flashed through her mind as she recalled the seemingly unusual relationship between Zhou Chen and Yun Yang at the golf course.

He secretly thought: Maybe Zhou Chen called to complain.

At least for now, we can't.

We'll have to wait until Yun Yang's scandals are all over the place and creditors come knocking on our door.

At that point, nothing else mattered.

Chu Wuyang reacted extremely quickly, turning around and wrapping her arms around the man's neck like a serpent.

The moment her soft, fragrant arm gently rested on his shoulder, Jingmin's mood instantly improved.

He gently patted her head as a reward.

He then hung up the phone without hesitation and tossed it aside.

Immediately afterwards, he half-squatted down and suddenly hugged Chu Wuyang tightly.

He strode out of the dressing room and headed towards the large bed.

They tossed and turned in bed, their passionate movements mingling with soft panting.

The ringing of the telephone in the walk-in closet, which had been going on and off automatically, was completely drowned out.