After school, Zhong Cheng got into his family's car and glanced at the empty seat beside him.

“Where is she?”

“She said,” the driver replied, “she's going shopping with friends.”

Dinner with friends yesterday, the bookstore with friends the day before, homework with friends the day before that… It had been several days in a row that she hadn't ridden home with him.

“Friends,” Zhong Cheng muttered under his breath.

The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror. Although the young master still wore his usual impassive expression, he had a distinct feeling that he was unhappy, almost radiating a dark aura.

“Young Master, shall we go?” the driver asked.

“Yes.” Zhong Cheng put on his headphones and leaned back, feeling slightly irritated.

Meanwhile, Jiang Yi, who had supposedly gone shopping with friends, was getting into Qin Zezhou's car.

The moment she settled into the seat, the partition rose, separating the front and back of the car, creating a solid barrier. Qin Zezhou reached out and pulled her into his arms.

He loved the feeling of holding her close; the girl was soft, fragrant, and utterly addictive.

“Did you miss your husband today?”

He nuzzled her neck, kissing her skin, inhaling her scent.

Jiang Yi’s neck tickled, but she couldn't escape, her cheeks flushing with a self-conscious blush.

“Hmm? Why aren't you answering?” Qin Zezhou’s hand moved to her waist, his broad palm cupping her soft flesh, teasingly kneading it.

“Don't,” Jiang Yi squirmed, trying to pull away. “It tickles.”

“Ticklish?” Qin Zezhou’s hand remained, one resting on her flat stomach, the other slowly, deliberately stroking her side.

Jiang Yi quickly melted against him, her body tingling, wanting to escape but unable to, finally going limp in his embrace.

“Don't, don't touch me anymore.” Tears pricked her eyes, her voice taking on an aggrieved quality.

She truly couldn't take it anymore. And like this, she was at her most susceptible.

Qin Zezhou’s hand slowly crept upwards, brushing against the edge of her br3ast, just shy of cupping her fullness.

He pressed his hand against the soft mound, giving it a gentle squeeze, not quite grasping it fully, keeping her in that sweet spot of anticipation.

He leaned close to her soft, pink ear, whispering, “Tell your husband, did you miss me today?”

Jiang Yi clung to his neck, burying her face in his shoulder, her body trembling. After a few seconds, she answered in a shaky voice, “I… I missed you.”

“Who did you miss?” he pressed.

“I… I missed you.”

“Who am I?” Qin Zezhou asked, gently pinching her nipple.

“Mmm~” Jiang Yi tightened her grip around his neck. “Hus…band, husband, husband!” The word felt embarrassing at first, but then she repeated it several times, almost defiantly, using the opportunity to bargain. “Don't touch me anymore. We're still in the car…”

“Alright, I won't touch you anymore.” Qin Zezhou, immensely pleased by her repeated calls of "husband," reluctantly released her br3ast.

Jiang Yi looked up at him, surprised by his easy compliance. Qin Zezhou smiled, gripped her waist, lifted her, turned her ninety degrees, and settled her sideways on his lap.

“No more touching, but how about a kiss?”

It was phrased as a question, but he didn't give her a chance to answer, immediately lowering his head to kiss her neck.

The prickle of his hair against her chin made her tilt her head back, which only made it easier for him.

His hand slipped inside her clothes, under her bra, cupping her br3ast, skin against skin.

Jiang Yi gasped. “You said you wouldn't touch me!”

She knew he wouldn't let her off so easily.

Qin Zezhou paused, glancing at her. “I’m not touching, I’m just… caressing.”