Jiang Yi closed her eyes, burying her face in his shoulder.

Qin Zezhou wouldn't let her hide, lifting her chin with one hand and capturing her lips with his. He was truly bewitched, completely captivated by her; a day without holding her, without kissing her, was unbearable.

As their tongues tangled, his other hand continued its urgent kneading, rubbing against her softness, insatiable, unable to get enough. As if that wasn't enough, he ground his hips against her thigh.

Desire was easily ignited.

“Are you ready?” he murmured against her lips, listening to her soft moans, her eyes glazed with desire.

“What?” she breathed, her voice ragged.

Qin Zezhou freed a hand to undo his belt, pulling out his fully arovsed length. He teasingly nudged her thigh with the hard, throbbing flesh before sliding it up, the tip pressing against her leg.

“This.”

He deliberately guided her gaze downwards, ensuring she saw the swollen head.

He was rewarded with the sight of her shyly averting her eyes, her ears burning crimson, and he reveled in the way she burrowed against him in her embarrassment.

Jiang Yi had indeed seen it, the flared tip, and the small opening, the image seared into her mind.

So embarrassing.

“Are you ready? When can your husband have you? Hmm?” He continued to grind against her, whispering suggestive words. “Wife, can you feel it? Your husband is aching so badly. How can you bear to see him suffer? Let your husband have you, okay? Hmm? Why aren't you answering? Silence means yes, right?”

“No,” Jiang Yi quickly refuted his last statement. Then, her voice softening, she mumbled against his chest, “We can't. I'm not ready. I'm not even an adult yet…”

Qin Zezhou nibbled her ear. “So good? It's only a few months away. Can't we do it early?”

Jiang Yi clutched his clothes, her knuckles white. “No… we can't. I have to be an adult…”

So obedient. How could she be so obedient? He didn't actually intend to take her right then and there. He simply couldn't resist teasing her whenever he was with her. But her reaction was so endearing that it made him want to be reckless, to claim her completely.

In their circles, stories of young boys and girls being used and discarded were commonplace. Many children of wealthy families were already jaded and experienced at a young age, playing fast and loose with emotions. While he hadn't indulged in such behavior, he wasn't surprised by it.

Yet, at twenty-six, the first time he felt this way, he found himself coaxing and enticing, reluctant to push too hard.

With Jiang Yi, he couldn’t be too forceful.

If he truly upset her and she pulled away, it would only be him who suffered.

However, within those boundaries, he would still strive to claim as much as she would allow.

“Fine, we’ll wait until you’re an adult. Then we’ll make up for lost time. I'll make you mine completely,” Qin Zezhou said. Jiang Yi was startled. She hadn’t agreed that being an adult meant he could have his way with her…

Before she could recover from the shock of his words, she heard him say, “Then can I at least rub against your thighs?”

He turned her again so her back was against his chest, then lifted her skirt, his gaze lingering on her long, shapely legs encased in black stockings. He swallowed hard, his hand moving to stroke her leg through the fabric.

“You look so good. You’re such a tease.” He playfully slapped her thigh twice, then tugged at the edge of her stocking, letting it snap back against her skin.

Jiang Yi shivered, a slight frown on her face. “I’m not teasing… I won’t wear them again.”