Jing Min glanced at the incessantly vibrating phone, his gaze turning cold.

Just as I was about to reach out and take it,

Chu Wuyang suddenly hugged him and kissed him without warning.

Almost the instant their lips touched,

Jingmin reflexively kissed her back, his movements passionate and almost greedy.

While he was lost in thought with his eyes closed, Chu Wuyang quietly reached out and tried to grab the phone.

But Jing Min, without even opening his eyes, grabbed his wrist with pinpoint accuracy.

The next second, he flipped her over and pinned her to the bed.

The movements were forceful, carrying a punitive connotation of "being exposed."

The bed board then made a muffled thud.

"Click..."

The phone's vibration stopped.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, when Yang Jinchu's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Yangyang? Is that you?"

Are you inside?

Chu Wuyang tried to sit up, but Jing Min blocked her way by bending down.

He lowered his head, his breath warm against her neck.

"You want him to come in?"

"Have you seen us like this with your own eyes?"

Jing Min looked down at her, his tone carrying a wicked ambiguity.

Chu Wuyang glanced down at himself; his shirt was ripped open, exposing half of his ample breasts to the cold air, creating a rather alluring scene.

My lips were burning and stinging; just thinking about it made me realize how hard he had hit them, and they must be swollen.

If Yang Jinchu were to push open the door at this moment, without a doubt, what would he see?

She was disheveled and in a sorry state, while Jing Min pressed down on her without any restraint—wasn't this coercion?

It was yet another unprovoked conflict; a single spark could reopen old wounds and reopen new ones.

Jingmin saw that her brows and eyes had finally relaxed, and a slight smile appeared on his thin lips.

He reached out and gently stroked her head, his tone excessively indulgent.

"Good boy/girl~"

Just then, a commotion came from outside the door. It seemed that Li Yan and Yang Jinchu were arguing. Yang Jinchu tried to force his way in, but Li Yan blocked him tightly. There were also faint signs of physical contact.

Yang Jinchu was already injured, so how could he be a match for the strong, well-trained Li Yan?

"hiss……"

A groan of pain came from outside the door, immediately rousing Chu Wuyang, who was lying beneath Jing Min.

She propped herself up, trying to steady her breathing, but she couldn't hide the worry that flashed across her face.

Jing Min was quietly watching her, his fingertips gently tracing her waistline, captivated and yearning.

He naturally didn't miss the fleeting panic in her eyes.

His calm and gentle expression instantly turned cold, and his lips tightened into sharp lines.

"Are you that worried about him?"

His voice was low and menacing, as if he were about to explode at any moment.

Chu Wuyang panicked.

He's still jealous at this crucial moment?!

She whispered, biting her lip.

"Let me go first,"

Li Yan is stubborn and loyal to Jing Min, and he already harbored hostility towards Yang Jinchu.

He really does take action.

But Jingmin wouldn't listen at all, pressing her down so she couldn't move, his tone becoming even more aggressive.

"I'll let you go so you can be intimate with him?"

Chu Wuyang wasn't sure if Yang Jinchu was injured, and she didn't dare to resist Jing Min too much, fearing that Yang Jinchu might hear something unusual and rush in without a care.

Li Yan, that blockhead, has always been reckless; I'm afraid he might really cause someone's death.

She simply stopped struggling.

He simply sprawled out, turned his head away with a cold expression, and his eyes were full of impatience.

"So what do you want?"

Jing Min didn't speak, but instead reached out and pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"Don't you know best what I want?"

"You've always been the one who understands me best."

He chuckled softly, his tone gentle yet like a thorny rose, so alluring it could melt your bones.

As he spoke, he guided her hand down the sheet until it reached his own waist… below.

"And I am completely at your mercy."

Chu Wuyang's eyes widened suddenly.

"abnormal!"

But her resistance was nothing but a futile struggle in his eyes; she was pitifully weak and no match for him at all.

He was called a "pervert," but instead of getting angry, he chuckled softly.

That smile was like a fog, dangerous yet impossible to look away from.

"Don't you like it too?"

He leaned close to her ear, his voice so low it seemed to linger in her earlobe.

He jokingly reached out to grab Chu Wuyang's phone.

The moment my fingertips touched the cold screen, the ringtone suddenly went off—the familiar caller ID echoed shrilly in the air.

She didn't need to look much to know who was calling.

Yang Jinchu.

Chu Wuyang suddenly panicked, her expression changing.

Almost instinctively, she lunged forward and grabbed Jing Min's arm, trying to stop him from taking it or simply snatching it from him.

As she stood up, she landed right in Jing Min's arms; the warm touch sent a jolt through her like an electric current.

Jing Min paused, his attention indeed drawn to it.

His gaze slowly shifted to her.

He didn't touch his phone again, his voice low.

"Just now... you heard his phone ring and were afraid he'd know you were here, so you suddenly kissed me, right?"

His tone was low, but it carried a hidden resentment, as if her initiative was a complete humiliation to him.

He had been touching and tempting her for a long time, but she remained unmoved. Now, a single phone call has made her throw herself at him.

He leaned down, his lips almost touching hers, his voice low as a whisper.

"Wife, do you... like to do this secretly?"

Chu Wuyang was startled and stared at him blankly.

Surprisingly, there wasn't a trace of a joke in those dark, deep eyes.

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