Zhong Cheng leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrests.

Jiang Yi’s telltale flinch hadn’t escaped Qin Zezhou’s notice. He’d only tossed out the comment expecting a blush or a denial, not this reaction. “Did I hit a nerve?” he murmured softly. “No wonder you’re not your usual clingy self today. You have another man waiting.”

Seeing him start to spin another web of nonsense, Jiang Yi wanted to protest. Clingy? It was him who was clingy! But his next words stole her attention.

“Let me guess,” he continued. “Who is it this time? Zhong Lin is always busy, Zhong Wen Yue is filming in the mountains…so that leaves only…”

Jiang Yi’s eyes widened, her face a mixture of panic and disbelief.

Qin Zezhou, observing her closely, gave a cold chuckle. “Our Yi Yi can’t seem to stay still, can she? First, you seduced your older brother, then me, and now, while we’re not around, you’re seducing Zhong Cheng? Our Yi Yi is so sluvtty. Even someone as serious as Zhong Cheng has fallen for your charms. Did you flash your br3asts at him? Did you beg him for his c0ck?”

With the subject of their conversation sitting right there, Jiang Yi felt a surge of mortification.

“Stop talking nonsense! I didn’t seduce anyone! You’re both being weird! You’re disgusting! I’m hanging up!”

The video call ended abruptly.

Qin Zezhou stared at the disconnected screen, his expression hardening.

So, he’d been right. There was someone else. And judging by her reaction, Zhong Cheng was probably right there beside her. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been so furious.

Even in her anger, she’d been polite enough to say “I’m hanging up” before disconnecting. Such a sweet little thing, he thought.

But the thought of another man in the picture darkened his mood again.

That little temptress!

He wanted to lock her away, keep her all to himself.

While Qin Zezhou stewed in his jealousy, Jiang Yi was equally unsettled.

She avoided looking at Zhong Cheng, murmuring, “I didn’t seduce anyone…”

Zhong Cheng’s gaze raked over her, lingering on the curves of her br3asts. He’d noticed them before, but hadn’t allowed himself to dwell on them.

Now, however, he gave in to the urge, letting his eyes roam freely over her body.

He felt a tightening in his lower abdomen, his c0ck stirring to life.

“Liar,” he said, pushing himself towards her in his rocking chair. With a swift movement, he gripped her neck, forcing her to look up. His gaze locked with hers before slowly traveling downwards, inch by inch, following the open neckline of her pajamas to the soft swell of her br3asts and the two taut n1pples straining against the fabric. “Your n1pples are poking through your pajamas. See?”

His voice, close to her ear, sent a shiver down her spine. The warmth of his breath tickled her face, but the meaning of his words quickly overwhelmed the fleeting sensation, sending another wave of heat through her.

She quickly crossed her arms over her chest. “I…I didn’t put on a bra after my shower.”

She didn’t realize that in doing so, she pushed her br3asts forward, deepening the cleavage between them.

The heat in Zhong Cheng’s lower abdomen intensified, his c0ck now fully er3ct and straining against his pants.

He released her, leaning back in his chair.

Curious about his sudden change in demeanor, Jiang Yi followed his movements with her eyes.

She saw him, his usual aloof expression back in place, and then she saw the prominent bulge in his crotch.

She knew that bulge all too well.

“Come here,” he commanded. “Take it out.”