The awkwardness of her movements was strangely captivating, heightened by her flushed cheeks and desire-glazed eyes.

Fu Sheng parted his lips, capturing the playful tongue.

He possessed a hunter's instinct. Even with this first kiss, he knew how to orchestrate the experience for maximum pleasure.

He drew her tongue into his mouth, their tongues meeting in a perfect dance. A gentle suck, a soft pull, and her sweet essence coated his tongue. The sensation, simple yet profound, left him craving more.

"Mmm~"

Jiang Yi, uninhibited and honest, moaned softly as pleasure coursed through her.

Fu Sheng's eyes darkened. He deepened the kiss, their lips sealed together. His tongue explored her mouth, tracing her teeth, gums, and the soft flesh within, swirling around hers.

Kissing was exhilarating, addictive, even arousing a primal urge to bite and pull.

He cupped the back of her head, deepening the kiss further.

Saliva mingled, and he refused to break away, swallowing their shared essence. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.

His breathing grew heavy, intertwining with her unrestrained moans in the confined space of the elevator.

It felt so good.

Jiang Yi clung to his neck, her body writhing against his, unconsciously rubbing against his lower abdomen. The friction ignited a fire within him, a delicious heat spreading through his core. A wetness bloomed between her legs, urging her to press closer.

She craved that hardness, that heat.

An emptiness ached within her, a yearning for something to fill the void.

The elevator reached the basement level.

Fu Sheng reluctantly released her lips. She tried to reconnect, but he held her head against his chest.

"Behave," he warned, his voice strained with unfulfilled desire.

The near-empty parking garage hid the prominent bulge in his pants.

He deposited Jiang Yi in the backseat and, after a struggle to disentangle himself, returned to the driver's seat. No sooner had he sat down than she crawled over, her pliant body molding against his.

Fu Sheng surrendered instantly, allowing her to settle in his lap.

The desire he'd tried to suppress flared anew at her touch.

He kissed her fiercely, pressing her against the steering wheel, his hips grinding against hers.

"Mmm~"

Jiang Yi clung to him like an octopus, his tongue filling her mouth, his hardness pressing against her core. It felt good, but not enough.

As they gasped for air, Jiang Yi whimpered, near tears. "I want more. I'm wet again, it's itchy."

Her words sharpened Fu Sheng's gaze, his arousal intensifying.

"Why did you stop?" she cried, grinding against him. "Move, please."

She wrapped her legs around him, her skirt riding up, and rocked against him, the softest part of her rubbing against his hardened length through the fabric of their clothes.

He saw her pink panties, stretched taut against his erection, the fabric clinging to his flesh, outlining the shape of her desire.

A sudden tightness gripped Fu Sheng's lower abdomen, a wave of pleasure washing over him. The unflappable Fu Sheng, driven by her innocent actions, released a surge of desire. A dark stain bloomed on his suit pants.

He had…

He snapped back to reality, gripping her waist, halting her movements. He quickly exited the driver's seat and carried her back to the rear.

Jiang Yi protested, nipping at his neck.

"So hot, so itchy, help me, Zhong Cheng, brother, please, help me, help Yi Yi," she pleaded, her voice a mixture of sweetness and seduction.

Fu Sheng changed his mind. He wouldn't take her back to the Zhong family. He called his driver, then tossed his phone aside. His free hand cupped her buttock, his palm filled with its soft, yielding roundness. He kneaded it, unable to stop, his hand molding against her skin, bunching her panties into a tight wad between them.

The feel was exquisite.

His arousal returned swiftly, his pants straining against the renewed pressure.

Jiang Yi sucked on his collarbone, grinding against him again.

Fu Sheng released her buttock, spanking it twice before reclaiming it in his hand.

"Don't move. Do you want to be fucked in the car?"

Jiang Yi's hazy mind recalled earlier encounters. Pouting, she complained, "You used to rub against my leg in the car all the time."

She pressed her thigh against his abdomen, grinding against him. When he didn't respond, she whined, "Why won't you help me? You used to rub so hard, even in the car. You'd rub yourself against my leg, even against me down there. Sometimes I'd get so wet it soaked my panties, and it would be so uncomfortable in the morning. Now I'm uncomfortable, and you won't help me. You're so mean…"

Fu Sheng's eyes darkened with each word.

So, it hadn't just been kissing with Zhong Cheng. They'd done this, even on the way to school, in the car. He glanced down, noticing the damp stain on her thigh.

She must have been very wet.

His fingers parted her panties, encountering the sticky wetness.

He swallowed, his hand pushing the fabric aside, revealing her most intimate place.

It quivered at his touch.

She pressed her br*asts against his chest.

"So itchy, so uncomfortable, help me, please…"

Fu Sheng's mouth filled with saliva. He swallowed, the dryness intensifying.

"Jiang Yi, I'm not Zhong Cheng. Are you asking me to help you?"