At the Qin residence, Jiang Yi entered the guest room prepared for her. It was stocked with every amenity, including a selection of clothes in her size. However, while Qin Feifei had thoughtfully included even intimate apparel, she'd forgotten sleepwear. In the end, Jiang Yi had to borrow one of Feifei's silk slip dresses. Jiang Yi had a great figure, but her ample br3asts strained against the fabric, making the bodice appear especially tight.
When Qin Zezhou knocked and entered, his eyes were immediately drawn to the sight. Her full bre4sts stretched the silk to its limit, threatening to spill out. The cleavage between them, deepened by the pressure, was incredibly alluring. The curve of her br3asts, topped with the tips peeking through the fabric…
Qin Zezhou's gaze darkened, his throat suddenly dry. A fire ignited within him, a wave of desire washing over him.
"Mr. Qin?" Jiang Yi's voice broke through his thoughts.
He snapped back to reality, suppressing the lvst in his eyes. Just as he was about to compose a gentle smile, he noticed the marks on her neck. At first, he saw only a faint blush, but as his gaze traveled lower, he spotted more intense bite marks on her collarbone. Not the soft redness of sucking, but possessive bites. The wounds weren't deep, the faint teeth marks a testament to the fervor of whoever had left them.
His eyes turned icy, like a venomous snake fixated on its prey.
Jiang Yi suddenly felt a chill. Sensing danger, she instinctively hunched her shoulders, her arms wrapping around herself. She didn't realize that this action only pushed her br3asts together, deepening the cleavage and making her n1pples even more prominent.
Qin Zezhou narrowed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing. Little whore, he thought, what a tempting body. Even more so than that fleeting glimpse he'd had before. No wonder she'd been haunting his dreams.
His pretense of civility began to crumble, replaced by a raw, violent desire that grew with each passing moment, threatening to erupt.
"Mr. Qin?" Jiang Yi noticed the shift in his demeanor. The unfamiliar yet familiar feeling reminded her of Zhong Lin that first night. She involuntarily took a half-step back, her eyes wary.
Qin Zezhou tightened his grip on the glass of milk in his hand, fighting to control his arousal. "I brought you some milk." His voice, usually clear, was now husky. He extended the glass, maintaining a veneer of politeness, but his eyes, fixated on her, were filled with a predatory hunger. He had intended to take his time, but he'd changed his mind.
Jiang Yi cautiously accepted the milk. "Thank you." She hoped to usher him out, but before she could speak, he continued. "Are you comfortable in the room?"
He asked the polite question, but before she could answer, he stepped inside, uninvited. Jiang Yi opened her mouth to speak, but remembering she was a guest in his home, she simply said, "It's very nice."
"Good." He walked over to a chair and sat down, then looked back at her.
Jiang Yi still stood by the door, frozen, her heart pounding in her chest. She had a bad feeling.
Qin Zezhou curled his lips into a smile. "Let's chat."
Jiang Yi hesitated, lowering her head, her fingers nervously twisting around the glass of milk. "C-Chat about what?"
"Something fun," he replied, the smile still playing on his lips. But his aura was completely different from the gentle, warm presence at the dinner table. Now, it was dark, dangerous. And undeniably compelling.
Under his gaze, Jiang Yi hesitated for several seconds before finally closing the door and walking towards him. Each step felt like an eternity, her heart beating faster with every stride. By the time she reached him, she could practically hear the frantic thumping in her chest.
She sat down in the chair next to him, her posture rigid, her head slightly bowed, a mixture of apprehension and wariness in her eyes. "What… what do you want to talk about?"