"Fine, I'm hungry. I'm hungry for you, Zhen Zhen." Her movement pressed her against him, and his breath hitched. He groaned, his voice husky. "So tight... so good..."

He increased the pace of his thrusts, the slickness between them a perfect lubricant. Her soft flesh yielded under the pressure, stretching to accommodate him, but he was so long that even fully enveloped, the tip remained exposed. When she glanced down, it nearly brushed her lips, mortifying her further. She dug her fingers into his hips, but he only thrust harder, his sac brushing against her.

For Chen Huaixu, the physical pleasure was secondary to the visual feast before him. She knelt between his legs, dutifully milking him, her br3asts flushed and swollen, her eyes glistening with a mixture of desire and defiance. It was more intoxicating than any aphrodisiac.

Yan Zhen felt as if her skin was on fire, raw and tingling. Finally, Chen Huaixu's breathing grew ragged. His grip on her br3asts tightened, and with two final, deep thrusts, he buried himself completely. She barely registered the sounds of his pleasure before she looked down, just in time to be splashed with his release.

"Chen Huaixu! You got that disgusting stuff all over me again!"

He held her still as he continued to spill onto her chest, the warm, sticky fluid coating her skin, dripping down between her br3asts. It was a shockingly er0tic sight.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, he released her, his gaze lingering on his handiwork. He even reached out, smearing the remaining fluid across her br3asts, covering every inch, including her n1pples, which he pinched and rolled between his fingers.

His little princess, covered in him, scented with him.

The thought was immensely satisfying.

Furious, Yan Zhen tried to wipe herself with his shirt, but her legs, numb from kneeling, gave way. She stumbled, falling against him, and he caught her easily.

"You have some on your lips too," he murmured, wiping the white stain from her cheek, his voice a low tease. "Should I feed your mouth next time, too?"

"Chen Huaixu!" Yan Zhen was mortified, tears pricking her eyes.

Seeing he'd pushed her far enough, he softened, pulling her into his arms, kissing and soothing her. The afterglow of their intimacy made her more pliable, and as she buried her face in his shoulder, her anger began to dissipate, replaced by a soft whimper. "You're a pervert," she mumbled.

"Yes, I am," he readily agreed, pulling tissues from the table to clean her. He kissed her eyelids. "Get dressed now, before you catch a chill."

Once they were presentable, they headed for the door. As Yan Zhen reached for the handle, Chen Huaixu pulled her back into his arms.

He was about to speak when she turned, wrapping her arms around his waist.

Such a display of affection was rare for her, and Chen Huaixu was taken aback. He looked down at her.

She pressed closer, rising on tiptoe to kiss his chin. "Which hotel are you staying at?" she whispered. "Can I come see you later?"

It was a blatant invitation.

Her face still flushed with desire, her eyelashes fluttering, her eyes hazy with unshed tears, she bit her lip, a mixture of shyness and anticipation in her gaze.

Chen Huaixu felt himself hardening again.

But logic told him this wasn't like Yan Zhen. Her innocent act was a facade, and he suspected she was plotting some mischief.

He met her gaze, playing along, curious to see what she was up to. "I could come to you, too."

"Don't even think about it." Yan Zhen winked playfully, nipping his chin. "My brother warned me about smooth-talkers like you, the kind who just want to get me into bed. I'm not falling for it."

“....”

While he was still reeling, she giggled, slipping under his arm and out the door. She didn't stop running until she reached the other end of the corridor. Leaning against the wall, she caught her breath.

She touched her lips, the smile still lingering.

It was strange. Why was she so happy?

Back in the private room, Ying Shu breathed a sigh of relief. "You're finally back! You were gone so long without your phone, I almost called the police."

Yan Zhen offered a casual excuse. "Just went for a walk, needed some fresh air."

Ying Shu gave her a searching look. "Met someone interesting? You seem… radiant."

Yan Zhen touched her face self-consciously. "No! The lighting is just bad."

She pulled out a chair, quickly changing the subject. "I'm a little hungry. Is there anything left to eat?"

"I had the waiter keep the food warm, just in case. If you don't want it, we can order something else."

"No, this is fine." Yan Zhen wasn't really hungry. She picked at her food, trying to process the events of the last hour.

A while later, Qin Chu called for the bill.

"Sir, your bill has already been paid," the waiter replied.

"Paid? By who?" Qin Chu looked surprised.

"By a Mr. Chen, from room 236."

Yan Zhen's chopsticks clattered to the table.

Ying Shu glanced at her but didn't seem to notice, frowning at Qin Chu. "Your friend?"

"I don't know," Qin Chu admitted, equally bewildered. "I don't have any friends here tonight."

"That's odd," Ying Shu mused. "Maybe they paid the wrong bill."

Under the table, Yan Zhen pulled out her phone and texted Chen Huaixu.

[You paid the bill?]

[Yes.]

[Why?]

[Thank you for the treat, Miss Yan. The late-night snack was delicious.]

Yan Zhen could almost picture Chen Huaixu's expression as he typed those words, a subtle, knowing smile playing on his lips.

She stared at the message, confused.

When had she treated Chen Huaixu to a late-night snack? She hadn't paid their bill.

It wasn't until they were leaving the restaurant, getting into the car, that it hit her. Chen Huaixu's "late-night snack" wasn't food at all. He was referring to her!

Mortified, she wanted to block him then and there.

That pervert! He was openly teasing her now!