Being caught in such a compromising situation was mortifying, but the awkwardness had stretched on long enough. Feng Yiman decided to just go with it; he was a perv anyway. “So I watched it. What are you going to do about it? Who says only guys are allowed to watch p0rn? Besides, you filmed it yourself. If you’re brave enough to film it, you should be brave enough to let someone watch it!”

Her boldness amused Chen Yu. He set down his cola and grinned. “Of course you can watch it. I wouldn’t let anyone else see it, but you? Definitely.”

He edged closer, and she retreated until she was trapped in the corner of the sofa, with nowhere left to go. “I have the real thing. Want to see?” Chen Yu reached for her hand and pulled it towards his groin.

“No!” She yanked her hand back as if she’d been electrocuted and pushed against him, trying to escape. Chen Yu pinned her down. His voice dropped low. “Want to go out sometime?”

“Go out… where?” Her mind was reeling from the charged atmosphere, leaving no room for coherent thought.

“What do you think?” Chen Yu raised an eyebrow, his hand resting possessively on her waist. The implication was clear, and her mental fog suddenly cleared.

Did she like him? Maybe a little? She wasn’t entirely sure, but she certainly didn't dislike his touch. She lowered her eyes, saying nothing.

His breath was hot against her skin, sending a blush creeping up her cheeks. Her chest rose and fell rapidly.

Taking her silence as agreement, Chen Yu pulled her close and kissed her, effectively silencing any protest she might have uttered.

Their lips met, soft and insistent, igniting a spark of desire. This was Feng Yiman’s first truly passionate kiss. She struggled to keep up with his rhythm, barely managing to respond between breaths.

His tongue slipped past her teeth, teasing and tasting. Suddenly, she felt a warm hand slide inside her shirt. Startled, she grabbed it and pushed it away.

“What? You’ll let me kiss you, but not touch you?” Chen Yu licked his lips, looking thoroughly unsatisfied.

“I… can we not do this?” They’d just started seeing each other. Wasn’t this moving too fast?

Instead of pushing, Chen Yu changed tactics. “Then take it off and let me see.”

She felt her face flush. “No way.” This was even worse.

“Then let me touch.”

“No.”

Her repeated refusals drew a sigh from Chen Yu. He narrowed his eyes playfully. “If you’re not going to be a good girl, I’m going to have to resort to… other methods.”

Feng Yiman understood his look. She scrambled to her feet, clutching her shirt protectively around her. “What are you going to do?”

She braced herself for force, but instead, he began tickling her sides and underarms, knowing exactly where she was most sensitive.

After a few rounds of this, she was helpless. “Stop, stop… don’t!” Laughter mixed with fear as she tried to dodge his hands.

“Are you going to behave now?” Chen Yu wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. His voice was a low murmur. “It’s okay. I just want to look. I swear I won’t do anything else.”

He really didn’t plan on doing anything more. He wasn’t some kind of animal, jumping on every girl he met.

Perhaps reassured by his playful tone, she gave a silent nod of consent.

She was wearing light blue, flowing silk pants and a white t-shirt. The pants were loose and easily slid down, revealing pink panties with a delicate bow.

Chen Yu’s gaze lingered. He chuckled. “Keep going.”

“More?” Her fingers hesitated at the edge of her panties. It was mortifying to be watched like this.

“Take them off. I’ll show you mine in a minute.” He could feel the blood rushing south.

Having already agreed, she felt compelled to follow through. With a deep breath and a squeeze of her eyes, she pulled her panties down, a rush of cool air against her skin making her instinctively press her thighs together.

Her long t-shirt partially obscured the view. Chen Yu reached down and lifted it, revealing the smooth, white skin of her thighs, flushed a delicate pink. He saw the delicate, closed folds of her s*x and the sparse, downy hairs at the apex.