His words were cold, but his fingers were like flames, roaming over every inch of her skin, wantonly and without any restraint.

"Why would I feel uncomfortable?"

He chuckled, his tone flippant and playful.

"Why would I feel sad when we're doing such happy things together?"

"Your body is still so alluring; even after all these years, I still can't forget you."

As he spoke, he slowly leaned closer, his uniquely masculine, cool fragrance brushing against her ear like a lover's tender, lingering whisper.

"So, I don't want to be a monk, so I can only come to you."

The whispers were scorching, yet chilling more than the cold wind.

That wasn't sweet talk; it was a venomous snake slithering along her skin, uttering the most vulgar words in her ear.

Her whole body stiffened, her blood grew colder inch by inch, as if her very soul had been frozen.

Jing Min stared indifferently at her pale face.

"Don't worry, I'll make you admit defeat too."

"I'm stronger than them all, I can make you a full team, and I'll make you admit defeat."

The man's long tongue ruthlessly penetrated her, forcefully robbing her of all her air and reason.

As the last layer of fabric was about to be ruthlessly torn away, the unfocused light in Chu Wuyang's eyes finally refocused.

Her fingertips gripped the floor lamp tightly, as if she were clinging to the last rope of survival.

She looked down at the dark head that was buried in her chest, completely absorbed in the moment.

Suddenly, he freed one hand and reached for the only lit floor lamp.

The next second, the soft lampshade fell to the ground.

She gritted her teeth and swung the lamppost down hard, smashing it into the back of the man's head.

"Bang!"