"Sorry to bother you, but I saw you grilling skewers earlier, and they looked delicious. Could you teach me how to do it?"

She seemed polite, and noticing Xia Yao's slight hesitation, she quickly added, "I know it might be a bit forward, but I haven't eaten anything tonight and I'm starving. If it's too much trouble, I won't bother you."

"That's not mine," Xia Yao quickly waved her hands, explaining, "I don't know how to do it either. My boyfriend did the grilling."

The moment she uttered the word "boyfriend," Zhou Ye's entire expression changed. He looked at Xia Yao, a feeling of being officially claimed washing over him.

His body tingled pleasantly, and he suddenly began to reflect on himself, thinking he must have done quite well tonight.

She must like him, right? If she didn't, and wanted to avoid something, she would only call him a friend in public, not boldly claim him as her boyfriend in front of others.

Zhou Ye's mood brightened. He turned to the woman who was chatting with Xia Yao and said, "It's simple. Just brush on some barbecue oil, grill until it changes color, and then season it to taste."

"Could you come over and help me? I'm really not good at this."

The woman spoke with a hint of helplessness, but her eyes were seductive, her makeup alluring under the lights, her red lips slightly pursed, exuding a different kind of charm that Xia Yao didn't yet possess.

Xia Yao was too young to recognize the signals of mature feminine allure; her emotions remained unchanged, looking at Zhou Ye with a naive obedience, ready to follow whatever her boyfriend said.

Zhou Ye, however, sensed something off.

He was often approached by women; even back in middle school, when he wore a smartwatch, he'd been stopped by older women asking for his contact while crossing the street.

The young man lowered his eyes, seemingly deep in thought. His nose was perfectly placed on his face, complementing his naturally sharp features. His thin skin highlighted his chiseled jawline, and his overall appearance was undeniably impressive.

He smirked slightly, then looked at the woman and responded casually, "Sure."

Just one glance from him made the woman's heart skip a beat, and she couldn't help but feel attracted to him, already imagining them together in bed that night.

They followed the woman back to the barbecue grill. Zhou Ye didn't sit down, instead standing beside it to guide her.

His arm remained around Xia Yao's waist, yet he continued to engage with others. The woman became more animated, her intentions so obvious that even Xia Yao noticed.

Listening to Zhou Ye talk intently to another woman, Xia Yao couldn't help but feel a strange sensation in her heart.

The woman was beautiful, with a slender figure, elegant lines, and exquisite eyes, her skin fair.

Would Zhou Ye feel drawn to her too?

Xia Yao remembered the girl on the subway earlier that day who had tried to get his number, and suddenly, as if realizing something, she hugged his waist tighter, pressing her entire body against him.

Feeling his girlfriend suddenly cling to him, even burying her head against him, Zhou Ye suppressed a smile, his hand on her waist beginning to caress her suggestively.

"Oh no, it's on fire," the woman said as oil dripped onto the coals, causing a flare-up.

She knew how to handle it but still looked helplessly at Zhou Ye, even reaching out to grab his arm.

Zhou Ye dodged her hand and moved her skewers away from the flames.

"Move it away from the fire, don't let it touch the flames directly, or the meat will burn."

He seemed focused on teaching her, but his hand on his girlfriend's body had already slipped under her clothes, mischievously kneading her soft, full br3asts.

His long fingers bent, pinching her hardened n1pples under her bra, occasionally pulling them forward as if trying to milk her.

Xia Yao was nervous being groped in public, but hearing him still talking to the other woman made her heart ache.

Zhou Ye had been so gentle feeding her skewers earlier, but now he was talking to another woman...

Next time someone like this approached him, she wouldn't let him help. She'd refuse before he could even open his mouth.

...How could he do this? He was her boyfriend, yet he was still looking at other beautiful women.

Xia Yao felt a pang of jealousy. As he continued to fondle her br3asts, she felt a bit unbalanced and slipped her hand under his shirt, scratching at his lean waist.

Her touch was light, like the prickle of a kitten's tongue, and Zhou Ye held back a laugh, finally sensing Xia Yao's discontent.

Rarely experiencing his darling's jealousy, he felt an urge to pin her down and ravish her tonight... to let her truly feel the twisted desires he harbored for her.

Only this way could he make her feel more connected to his body.