Her voice sounded as if she was wronged, the emotion growing with every thought. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes.

Qin Zezhou's hand, now empty, moved to the back of her neck, forcing her to face him.

He leaned in, their faces inches apart. "Why are you crying? Am I not allowed to speak the truth?" His voice was low and husky. "Besides, aren't you seducing me right now?"

Before Jiang Yi could process his words, his lips covered hers.

Her eyes widened, and a tear slipped down her cheek.

At first, his kiss was gentle, a soft caress against her lips. Then his tongue darted out, tracing the outline of her lips, before slipping past her parted lips, filling her mouth.

Jiang Yi panicked, pushing against his chest, trying to create space between them.

His chest was firm and hard beneath her hands, an impenetrable wall. No matter how hard she pushed, she couldn't budge him.

Desperate, she changed tactics, her pushes turning into frantic punches.

As punishment, he pinched her waist. Her body, so sensitive, instantly went limp, melting against him.

"Mmm..."

A single touch to her waist and she was putty in his hands. Was she too sensitive, too well-trained, or perhaps both?

Qin Zezhou felt like he had discovered a hidden treasure. As his tongue explored her mouth, the hand on her waist began to move, caressing her slender waist with slow, deliberate strokes.

The silk of her nightgown wrinkled under his touch. The already short hem rode up further under his ministrations, revealing the smooth, pale skin of her thighs.

Jiang Yi shifted uncomfortably, her hips twisting against him, inadvertently pushing the hem of her nightgown even higher, until it bunched around her hips, her body pressing against his through the thin fabric of her panties.

Qin Zezhou noticed the soft pressure against his leg. Desire surged through him, hardening him instantly.

He released her lips, licking them one last time before his hands moved to her hips, cupping her bvttocks.

"Mmm~" Jiang Yi squirmed, her hips brushing against his hard er3ction.

She froze, staring at him in stunned silence. "You...you..."

"What about me?" Qin Zezhou's voice was still laced with lazy amusement. He deliberately thrust his hips forward, grinding against her lower abdomen. He lifted one hand from her hip, gently stroking her cheek. "Look at yourself. You still say you're not seducing me?"

He turned his head. Following his gaze, Jiang Yi saw a large floor mirror nearby, perfectly reflecting their current state.

She saw herself, her clothes disheveled, her nightgown pushed up to her waist, revealing her long legs and the edge of her panties. His hand cupped her bottom, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh. Her arms were draped weakly over his shoulders, her cheeks flushed, her eyes hazy with desire. And her lips, swollen and glistening under the light, were coated with his saliva... It was mortifying.

The image burned her eyes. She quickly looked away, burying her face in his chest as if by not seeing the reflection, she could erase the reality of her dishevelment.

Qin Zezhou chuckled, a genuine sound of amusement. He adored her shy reaction, even more so her instinctive move to hide in his embrace.

He tightened his hold on her soft body, his chest swelling with warmth.

But when he spoke, he couldn't resist teasing her.

He lowered his head, his lips close to her exposed ear. "You've made me hard. What are you going to do about it?"

The young woman didn't look up, but he felt her tremble in his arms.

The hunter continued his coaxing. "How did you help your brother?"