She subconsciously asked back,

"What did you say?"

Who would enjoy having an affair? No normal person would.

But she forgot that Jing Min was never a "normal person".

His obsession and madness were ingrained in his very being.

"Aren't you especially excited?"

He asked softly, his lips brushing against her cheek, burning with a suffocating heat.

"Doesn't it feel like Yang Jinchu is standing right at the door, and you're kissing me from under the covers—hmm? Doesn't it look like you're having an affair?"

His tone was meticulous, yet it carried a twisted, seductive quality.

"Wasn't it much more exciting than yesterday?"

When he said the word "yesterday," his voice was noticeably more forceful, and the light in his eyes was so intense it seemed like he wanted to tear her apart; even the whites of his eyes were covered with fine blood vessels.

Chu Wuyang finally understood what he meant.

Did he really think that what happened between her and Yang Jinchu yesterday was her pursuing some kind of "pleasure of adultery"?

He thought she enjoyed the thrill of being behind his back, so he was now "playing along" with her.

So... he was imitating, or even doubling down on the imitation?

The phone kept vibrating, ringing incessantly.

The sound was so jarring in the oppressive space that it seemed to threaten to lift the ceiling.

Yang Jinchu, standing outside the door, seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

He suddenly cried out, his voice hoarse and rapid, filled with a tearing anxiety.

"Yangyang, don't be afraid! Please make a sound so I know you're okay. He can't force you—"

Jing Min frowned, as if he was extremely annoyed.

"It's so noisy."

The next second, he grabbed a pillow from the bedside and slammed it against the door.

"Get out of my way!"

Bang--

The dull thud was like a muffled thunderclap, and the outside fell silent for a brief second.

But soon, Yang Jinchu shouted even more angrily and forcefully.

"Jingmin! Let her go! You can't force her—open the door!"

"Open the door for me!!"

His voice was completely hoarse, as if he was about to burst through the door at any moment.

Inside the room, Jing Min seemed to have reached his breaking point with the noise; his gaze turned completely cold.

His knuckles turned white as he gripped the still-ringing phone, his face so dark it was almost dripping with gloom.

He straightened up, his movements so sharp it was as if he were about to burst through the door and fight someone to the death; his entire being exuded a murderous aura.

They wouldn't stop until it was a true fight to the death.