Just like in the car, Zhong Cheng’s words were simple, yet undeniably compelling. Jiang Yi’s heart pounded. After a moment’s hesitation, she slowly approached him. Standing before him, she could almost touch the waistband of his pants. He wore loose, gray sweatpants. She couldn’t pull the drawstring herself.

Her hand reached for his waistband. Leaning forward, her head was now below his. She looked up, their gazes meeting in close, charged proximity. A sudden warmth bloomed in her chest.

“I… I can’t undo it.”

She quickly lowered her head.

Zhong Cheng obligingly lifted his hips. Jiang Yi seized the opportunity, tugging at the waistband. But, being a young woman unused to such intimacy—aside from recent encounters with Zhong Lin and Qin Zezhou, she’d had little contact with the opposite s3x—this was her first time undressing a boy. Despite her urgency, her movements were clumsy. She struggled for a long moment before finally succeeding.

Once the waistband was free, he sat back down. Jiang Yi breathed a sigh of relief, her face flushed.

The sweatpants pooled around his knees. Jiang Yi paused, her gaze falling to the remaining layer of fabric. The outline of his er3ction was clearly visible beneath the thin material.

A single glance was all she could bear. Her head spun.

She snuck a peek at Zhong Cheng, silently questioning whether she should continue.

He looked down at her, saying nothing. His intent was clear.

With trembling fingers, Jiang Yi reached for the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down, waiting for him to lift his hips again.

This time, he remained still.

Flushing, she whispered, “Y-you need to lift up.”

Zhong Cheng finally raised himself.

This time, Jiang Yi moved quickly, closing her eyes as she pulled his underwear down.

“Hiss.” She heard him sharply inhale. At the same time, she felt a resistance, a slight snag against her hand. She barely registered it, more concerned by the sound of his hiss, which hinted at pain. Her eyes flew open. “W-what’s wrong?”

“You almost ripped it off,” he said, settling back into his chair, his underwear now discarded at his knees.

Only then did Jiang Yi realize what she had snagged.

He’d said… it?

His expression remained cool and composed, yet his words were blunt, almost vulgar.

Heat flooded her cheeks. How could he say such a thing?

His pants and underwear lay crumpled around his knees, leaving him completely exposed.

His er3ction seemed at odds with his aloof demeanor. Thick and proud, it stood tall, rivaling even Zhong Lin and Qin Zezhou’s.

He pressed her neck down towards his groin. “Ever touched one before?”

“N-no,” she stammered, trapped between his erection and his hip. The heat radiating from him felt like fire against her skin.

He held her head there, thrusting his hips twice, his hardness rubbing against her cheek.

Mortified, Jiang Yi turned her head, burying her face in his thigh. His er3ction slid from her cheek to her neck.