On The Night I Confirmed My Girlfriend's Infidelity, I Kissed Her Sister (GL) - Chapter 36: The Temptress

Fu Chaoying’s wandering hand was instantly intercepted by Ye Jiayuan, who then spoke in a cool voice by her ear, “Not sleeping?”

Fu Chaoying’s lips curved further as she leaned closer, her warm breath brushing against Ye Jiayuan’s ear. “I just want to hold you while I sleep… Is that not allowed?”

Her tone was soft, carrying a hint of coquetry, like a kitten’s paw teasing at someone’s heartstrings.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile flickered in Ye Jiayuan’s eyes as she grasped Fu Chaoying’s hand and wordlessly guided it upward.

Feeling the movement, Fu Chaoying feigned innocence. “Sister… weren’t we going to sleep?”

Her voice was guileless, as if she truly were just a naive girl.

Ye Jiayuan gave a light hum and actually released her hand.

Freed from the gentle restraint, Fu Chaoying followed the path Ye Jiayuan had led her on, her fingers tracing the smooth, delicate skin with lingering fascination.

“Your skin is so nice, sister…” Fu Chaoying murmured in admiration, her voice tinged with awe.

“Yours too,” Ye Jiayuan replied, her voice low and husky, carrying a trace of unspoken affection.

Fu Chaoying turned slightly and gave a light pinch, immediately feeling Ye Jiayuan’s body tremble faintly, though she seemed to suppress any sound.

Fu Chaoying parted her lips and gently took Ye Jiayuan’s earlobe between her teeth, her tongue lightly teasing. “But sister… you didn’t say anything last night.”

Yesterday, Ye Jiayuan had only spoken a few times—asking if it hurt, if the pressure was right, and once, “Xiao Ying is amazing.”

At the memory, Fu Chaoying gave a playful bite to her earlobe, only to hear her whisper, “Not sleeping anymore?”

Fu Chaoying froze slightly, but then Ye Jiayuan abruptly sat up and decisively turned on the bedside lamp on her side. Soft light spilled over them, enveloping the two in its glow.

Then she returned to Fu Chaoying’s side, lifting the thin blanket with a meaningful look in her eyes.

Understanding her intention, Fu Chaoying swallowed, her heartbeat quickening. She felt nervous, yet there was an undercurrent of anticipation.

Just as she hesitated, Ye Jiayuan lightly hooked her finger, the warmth of her touch sending a shiver through Fu Chaoying.

Ye Jiayuan tilted her head slightly, a trace of puzzlement in her gaze. “Hmm?”

A simple sound, carrying both impatience and an irresistible allure.

Fu Chaoying took a deep breath and reached out to caress that spot.

Gently caressing, Fu Chaoying felt it growing increasingly soft, yet suddenly noticed a faint protrusion within.

Her breathing gradually quickened, her heartbeat racing as she whispered, “Do you like it, sister?”

Her tone carried a hint of hesitation, yet seemed to hold a quiet expectation.

Ye Jiayuan lifted her hand, lightly stroking the back of Fu Chaoying’s neck, her fingertips gliding over the delicate skin with a soothing touch.

After a long pause, she finally responded, “Mm.”

Fu Chaoying’s pulse sped up again. Yet, Ye Jiayuan’s body gave little reaction—only a slight tremble at first before settling back into her usual composed, restrained demeanor.

Fu Chaoying pressed her lips together, a flicker of frustration rising in her chest. But when she looked up, she saw Ye Jiayuan beginning to undo the restraints with one hand.

Startled, Fu Chaoying quickly stopped her. “Let me.”

There was something unreadable in Ye Jiayuan’s actions, yet her expression remained so neutral that it felt almost jarring.

Perhaps it was just Ye Jiayuan’s innate reserve…

Taking a deep breath, Fu Chaoying undid them one by one, her fingers tracing over pale skin until she found two distinct peaks.

Her throat tightened, her gaze growing hazy as if drawn by some unseen force. Almost unconsciously, she cupped one.

The direct contact made Ye Jiayuan shiver again.

The only sounds between them were their quickened breaths and the charged air, with no audible response from Ye Jiayuan.

Fu Chaoying bit her lip, then lowered her head, her tongue flicking lightly before mimicking Ye Jiayuan’s earlier movements, her mouth closing in a tender suction.

There was an endearing clumsiness to her actions, yet an undeniable allure.

A few seconds later, she finally heard a low, husky sound escape Ye Jiayuan’s lips. “Mm.”

The noise was restrained, yet carried a trace of amusement—nothing like the drawn-out, languid hum from before.

Fu Chaoying recalled the previous night, analyzing where she might have gone wrong. Adjusting her approach, she began alternating between light and firm pressure, her right hand moving erratically.

She teased and scraped, alternating between gentle and rough.

Before long, she was rewarded with a soft, melodic gasp—Ye Jiayuan’s fingers gripping the back of her neck tighter, a clear sign of reciprocation.

Pleased with her progress, Fu Chaoying soon found herself doubting her efforts again.

Had Ye Jiayuan grown too accustomed? Even when the same teasing intensity returned, she remained silent.

Defeated, Fu Chaoying pulled back, burying her face in the crook of Ye Jiayuan’s neck, pressing light kisses to her skin. “Sister…”

Ye Jiayuan’s hand glided over her smooth shoulder, feeling the warmth of her breath against her throat. “Mm?”

Her voice was cool but carried a faint rasp.

Fu Chaoying sucked hard at her collarbone, leaving a faint mark before moving to her shoulder, alternating between licks and nips.

Finally, she was rewarded with another soft, breathy sound. “Mm…”

That usual cool voice now carried a hint of indescribable allure and sensuality, utterly captivating.

Fu Chaoying chuckled softly before returning to savor the sweetness, murmuring between delicate nips, “Sister… do you really like it?”

After asking, she gently grazed with her teeth again.

Ye Jiayuan’s breath hitched abruptly, her fingers instinctively tangling in Fu Chaoying’s hair as she gasped out, “I do…”

“And this?” Fu Chaoying nudged her with the tip of her nose, swaying lightly, only to hear a languid murmur: “It’s… fine…”

Ye Jiayuan’s faint, almost imperceptible laughter echoed by her ear.

Fu Chaoying took two deep breaths before softly kneading the plush curve of her waist.

Her fingers then drifted upward, tracing idle circles through Ye Jiayuan’s hair before trailing down to her thigh.

“Sister, do you always prefer wearing pants?” Fu Chaoying asked abruptly, as if making casual conversation.

“Mhm.” Ye Jiayuan’s voice was featherlight, barely more than an absentminded hum.

Fu Chaoying’s mind raced as she stealthily shifted lower—yet found no trace of dampness.

A flicker of impatience surfaced. “Sister…”

With a resigned sigh, Ye Jiayuan caught her wandering hand, guided it beneath the fabric, and pressed it where warmth pooled.

Recognition exploded in Fu Chaoying’s mind—this was unmistakably there.

After steadying her breathing, she tentatively explored, but only faint moisture greeted her touch.

Memories of last night resurfaced: how effortlessly Ye Jiayuan had drawn forth slick sounds with the barest touch.

Was she too restrained, or was Ye Jiayuan simply too skilled?

A wave of frustration crested within her. Burying her face against Ye Jiayuan’s chest, arms looped tightly around her waist, Fu Chaoying mumbled dejectedly, “Sister… you can’t possibly feel nothing at all…”

After a pause, Ye Jiayuan’s palm cradled the nape of her neck while the other patted her back soothingly. “I do.”

Her tone was soft, almost placating, devoid of deeper emotion.

Fu Chaoying tugged the thin blanket over them both and curled obediently into her embrace.

Ye Jiayuan shuddered at the damp heat of exhales against her chest, voice roughened as she asked, “Should I put them on, then?”

Fu Chaoying bit her lip, exhaling a small, wounded sigh. “Then… goodnight, sister.”

Ye Jiayuan offered a wry explanation: “Expressing emotions doesn’t come naturally to me.”

Thus, the tremors of longing thrumming beneath her skin remained imperceptible.

When silence stretched, Ye Jiayuan stroked her back. “Upset?”

Fu Chaoying nuzzled restlessly against her like a disgruntled kitten before declaring, “I give up!”

Ye Jiayuan brushed a thumb over her cheek. “Alright. Next time, then.”

Her words brimmed with tenderness and indulgence.

Fu Chaoying whispered, “Then next time… sister should be more passionate.”

She lifted her gaze, eyes glimmering with hope.

“Mm. Sleep now.” Offering no further promises, Ye Jiayuan switched off the light, drew her close, and let her lashes fall shut.

Fu Chaoying drifted off peacefully—only to wake alone, the other side of the bed long vacant.

Clutching Ye Jiayuan’s pillow, she strategized: what scenario might finally unravel her restraint?

Perhaps she needed to study some techniques.

Decision solidified, Fu Chaoying reopened the yuri novel she’d barely started the night before.

The novel’s synopsis seems quite intriguing, but after reading several Chapters, the key plot still hasn’t unfolded.

It wasn’t until she heard Aunt Chu’s voice outside the door that Fu Chaoying finally got out of bed to wash up.

Yet she couldn’t help but feel annoyed—when would this author finally get to the steamy parts?

After finishing her morning routine, Fu Chaoying couldn’t resist leaving a few “yellow hearts” in the comments section, asking the author when the spicy scenes would appear.

She even threw in a “deepwater torpedo” to express her eagerness to learn.

Only then did she step out of her bedroom, satisfied.

Ye Jiayuan was sitting on the sofa brewing tea, while Aunt Chu turned her head the moment she heard Fu Chaoying’s voice. “Xiao Ying, you’re awake.”

“Good morning, Auntie. Good morning, Jiayuan-jie.” Fu Chaoying greeted them sweetly, then noticed Ye Jiayuan slowly turning her head and giving her a slight nod.

Fu Chaoying’s gaze flickered past her neck, catching a faint layer of powder near her collar.

She sat down obediently beside Chu Yiyun, confirming the trace of makeup with a sidelong glance—but couldn’t help wondering: Had she left a hickey on her neck this morning?

Chu Yiyun was engrossed in a Hong Kong drama, thoroughly entertained.

Fu Chaoying casually discussed the plot with her, only for a cup of tea to appear in front of her. She picked it up and took a few sips. “Thanks, Jiayuan-jie.”

Ye Jiayuan glanced at her subtly before shifting her gaze away.

Just then, Fu Chaohua emerged, yawning.

“Didn’t sleep well last night, sis?” Fu Chaoying turned to her with a smile.

Fu Chaohua shook her head. “After what you two said yesterday, I stayed up all night reading a novel and only fell asleep at five in the morning.”

Hearing this, Fu Chaoying exchanged a discreet look with Ye Jiayuan, whose eyes silently reassured her: It’s fine.

“What novel? Was it good?” Chu Yiyun asked.

Fu Chaohua sighed. “There was nothing an adult should be reading… just bland, watered-down stuff…”

The complaint sounded familiar. Fu Chaoying suddenly blurted out, “Don’t tell me it was from Jinjiang Literature City?”

Fu Chaohua turned to her, aggrieved. “Exactly! Jinjiang!”

“Everything below the neck gets censored!”

Fu Chaoying didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, muttering dryly, “I even left a comment asking the author when the adult content would show up.”

After all, she still wanted to learn.

Ye Jiayuan’s gaze drifted toward Fu Chaoying, a flicker of understanding and amusement in her eyes.

Fu Chaohua shook her head. “The author’s hands are tied… but if you really want to read… ahem.”

She coughed pointedly, only to find Chu Yiyun listening intently.

Chu Yiyun, now thoroughly intrigued, urged, “Go on, what do you want to read? Where can we find it?”

Fu Chaohua chuckled awkwardly. “Auntie, it’s not exactly… family-friendly, haha.”

Ye Jiayuan cleared her throat, trying to steer the conversation back on track. “Let’s have breakfast.”

Chu Yiyun shot her a look. “Who here isn’t an adult? Go on, tell us—so our Xiao Yuan can learn a thing or two too.”

The latter half of her sentence carried a pointed, teasing edge.

Ye Jiayuan’s eyes flashed with resignation. “Mom.”

Listening to Chu Yiyun’s words, Fu Chaoying thought to herself: Your Xiao Yuan doesn’t need to learn… she’s already plenty skilled.

But then she grew curious—had Ye Jiayuan figured it out naturally, taught herself, or… was she experienced?

The last possibility made her heart twinge with sourness.

She quickly consoled herself—her sister was a few years older, after all. It wasn’t unreasonable if she had experience.

Still, Fu Chaoying felt a pang of melancholy—but soon, her attention was diverted—

“That site… it’s more accessible now in Harbor City,” Fu Chaohua’s voice grew very soft.

But everyone heard her clearly.

Chu Yiyun asked, “What site? P-site? What’s that?”

Fu Chaohua kindly provided the full name.

Ye Jiayuan was helpless but couldn’t stop her.

Chu Yiyun didn’t press further—after all, in front of the younger generation…

Fu Chaohua softly reminded, “By the way, you can directly search the lesbian section. It’s more convenient.”

Fu Chaoying nodded obediently, then cleared her throat. “Auntie, I’m hungry.”

Only then did Chu Yiyun usher everyone to the table.

Walking beside Fu Chaohua, Fu Chaoying whispered teasingly, “Sis, you sure know a lot.”

Fu Chaohua waved her hand with a smile. “Just normal human needs, you know.”

Fu Chaoying couldn’t agree more—she had also watched some videos during her exploratory phase.

Later, she even tried DIY.

Pulling herself together, Fu Chaoying focused on breakfast.

Ye Jiayuan had work today and left home after eating.

Before heading out, she specifically warned, “Mom… mind your topics when chatting with them. Don’t corrupt the girls…”

“Corrupt?!” Chu Yiyun was immediately offended. “Even the youngest, Xiaoying, is in her twenties! What’s off-limits?”

Fu Chaoying nodded obediently behind Chu Yiyun, clinging to her arm affectionately. “Auntie’s just like my mom…”

Ye Jiayuan sighed helplessly, glancing at Fu Chaoying.

Fu Chaoying instantly understood the look: Don’t pick up their bad habits.

Because in the end, she’d be the one dealing with the consequences.

Suppressing a laugh, Fu Chaoying heard Chu Yiyun ask curiously, “What’s so funny? Tell me.”

Fu Chaoying quickly shook her head. “Auntie, let’s just keep watching the show.”

She then led Chu Yiyun back to the living room.

Fu Chaohua lounged on the sofa reading a novel.

But Fu Chaoying suddenly felt like something was missing—only then realizing she missed Ye Jiayuan, and the thrilling excitement of their secret rendezvous…

Her throat tightened, but she couldn’t help wondering: Do I miss her, or just her body?

Maybe both?

A faint smile curled at her lips.

The midday sun was scorching, so no one went out.

A hired cook prepared lunch, and afterward, everyone retreated to their rooms for a nap.

Lying in bed, Fu Chaoying hugged Ye Jiayuan’s pillow, missing her even more.

Missing her smooth, delicate skin, the perfect softness.

She felt like a pervert but couldn’t resist checking out the site her cousin had mentioned…

She had to make sure Ye Jiayuan was thoroughly satisfied before returning to Nanyan—otherwise, she might not miss her at all.

Then again, maybe Ye Jiayuan would miss her body. After all, she seemed to really enjoy having her way with her.

After some browsing, Fu Chaoying finally found a Japanese-Korean style video.

Gentle and tender, just like how Ye Jiayuan treated her—if you ignored the later loss of control.

So that could be licked too, teased with teeth, even rubbed together like scissors.

It was like discovering a whole new world.

Now, she missed Ye Jiayuan more than ever.

Clearing her throat, she sent a voice message: “Sis~ I miss you…”

Her voice deliberately sweet and soft.

Within seconds, Ye Jiayuan video-called back.

Fu Chaoying’s already racing heart sped up again. She took two deep breaths before answering.

“What are you doing, Xiao Ying?” Ye Jiayuan’s cool voice sounded by her ear.

Fu Chaoying glanced at her office background and her seemingly composed demeanor, her gaze flickering slightly. “I was about to take a nap.”

Ye Jiayuan looked at her misty, faintly flushed eyes and curved her lips in a barely noticeable smile. “Watching videos?”

…Caught in an instant, Fu Chaoying pressed her lips together and shifted the blame. “You were so cold this morning… I was just learning a thing or two.”

Ye Jiayuan coughed lightly. “Why not learn from me instead?”

Fu Chaoying blinked, feigning ignorance. “Learn what?”

“Learn… how I treated you, how I made you… unable to resist.”

The voice by her ear was far too sensual, laced with a hint of temptation. Fu Chaoying’s mind replayed the scene from that night in the bathtub like a film reel.

“I wasn’t unable to resist,” Fu Chaoying muttered.

She had clearly been too exhausted by then.

“Mhm, you played hard to get, and it left me unable to resist.” Ye Jiayuan’s tone was light, carrying an unmistakable trace of amusement.

Fu Chaoying recalled the moment and began to argue. “I just didn’t have the strength to push you away! It wasn’t playing hard to get!”

Ye Jiayuan watched her pouting on the screen, finding it utterly adorable, and simply responded with a soft, “Mhm.”

“Ye Jiayuan—” Fu Chaoying’s voice took on a hint of a whine as she accused, “You’re bullying me.”

Ye Jiayuan’s gaze darkened slightly. “How do you want me to bully you?”

The way she referred to herself as “older sister”… and in that tone, no less.

Fu Chaoying immediately flipped her phone screen face down, lightly patting her cheeks to steady her breathing and heartbeat.

Yet unexpectedly, another low murmur came through the speaker. “Hmm?”

“Was it kissing you? Or…”

“Ah, sister, stop talking!!” Fu Chaoying’s cheeks were already burning hot.

Ye Jiayuan’s voice grew lower, tinged with a hint of sensuality: “That night, you also said not to kiss there…”

Fu Chaoying flipped her phone over and swiftly ended the video call.

Sister was still sister… She could never win an argument against her, nor could she outmatch her in bed.

A sense of defeat washed over Fu Chaoying again as she began reviewing the “knowledge points” she had just learned.

Once she mastered them, she refused to believe Ye Jiayuan wouldn’t cry out.

By the time she woke up in the afternoon, it was already five o’clock—and it was Auntie Chu who had knocked to rouse her.

The lingering traces of her earlier, suggestive dream flashed through her mind, prompting her to immediately get up and wash her face.

When Chu Yiyun saw her come out, she said, “Xiaoyu has invited us to dinner tonight. Hmm… Xiaoying, did you not turn on the AC while you were sleeping?”

Probably because her flushed face had been noticed, Fu Chaoying chuckled lightly. “Yeah, I did feel a bit warm.”

Fu Chaohua was doing her makeup, so the two of them sat on the sofa watching a Hong Kong drama, chatting idly.

Before long, Fu Chaohua emerged, fully made up.

The moment Chu Yiyun saw her, her eyes lit up. “Xiaohua, you look stunning today.”

Fu Chaoying chimed in, “Sis, that dress really suits your vibe.”

Fu Chaohua was wearing a long gray dress today, her hair half-up and half-down, exuding an elegant, mature charm.

Fu Chaohua smiled faintly. “Thanks. Let’s head out.”

The driver was waiting downstairs, and the group set off from home.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Ye Jiayuan and Dong Muyu were deep in conversation—leaving the seat of honor vacant.

Hearing the commotion, both turned to look at the door, though their gazes landed on different people.

Ye Jiayuan gave a slight nod and stood to pull out a chair for Chu Yiyun.

Naturally, Chu Yiyun took the seat of honor, while Fu Chaoying smoothly settled between Ye Jiayuan and Fu Chaohua.

Ye Jiayuan turned to pull out her chair. Fu Chaoying smiled softly and thanked her politely, “Thank you, Jiayuan-jie.”

Ye Jiayuan responded with a quiet “Mm.”

Once the orders were placed, Chu Yiyun naturally engaged in small talk with Dong Muyu, and Fu Chaohua joined their conversation.

Fu Chaoying occasionally chimed in, but her attention was fixed on Ye Jiayuan.

Sneakily, she reached out to hook her fingers around Ye Jiayuan’s, only to suddenly have her hand caught.

Fu Chaoying was already used to being caught red-handed when she acted mischievous, so she smoothly began tracing light circles on Ye Jiayuan’s thigh with her thumb.

Ye Jiayuan, of course, was wearing dress pants today and showed no reaction whatsoever. Finding it boring, Fu Chaoying immediately withdrew her hand.

But then Ye Jiayuan’s right hand followed, grazing her thigh with an almost imperceptible touch—Fu Chaoying was wearing stockings, making the sensation all the more tantalizing.

The others were chatting not far away. Fu Chaoying’s throat tightened slightly, and she coughed softly.

Ye Jiayuan didn’t pull her hand back, so Fu Chaoying tried to push it away—only for Ye Jiayuan’s fingers to slide into the gap between her thighs.

Fu Chaoying’s breath hitched, her heart pounding like a drum as she nervously glanced at the others.

A ticklish, tingling sensation spread through her, carrying a faint, electrifying numbness.

Fortunately, Ye Jiayuan withdrew her hand after just a few seconds, then casually answered a work call as if nothing had happened.

Fu Chaoying watched her slender fingers holding the phone before silently averting her gaze.

Out of nowhere, Chu Yiyun called on her: “Xiaoying, what are your plans for tomorrow?”

Fu Chaoying smiled lightly. “I’m visiting an exhibition tomorrow and discussing a potential collaboration.”

She had already scheduled a meeting with the gallery’s manager.

“Morning or afternoon?”

Fu Chaoying replied, “Morning and noon.”

Chu Yiyun asked, “Then how about joining me for afternoon tea?”

Since Ye Jiayuan was at work during the day and Fu Chaoying had nothing else to do, she obediently agreed.

Then she couldn’t help but think—this time, she could only occasionally get close to Ye Jiayuan at night.

But it was still better than being in a long-distance relationship, Fu Chaoying mused.

The group chatted and ate until the dinner ended at eight.

Though Dong Muyu had extended the invitation, Ye Jiayuan had quietly paid the bill at some point.

Dong Muyu immediately started flattering, “I’m so jealous of our President Ye’s girlfriend. Going out with you must be so effortless.”

As she spoke, her gaze swept around, lingering on Fu Chaoying’s face for a brief moment.

Fu Chaoying’s heart tightened—sure enough, the next second, Chu Yiyun spoke up, “Xiao Yu, have you met our Xiao Yuan’s partner?”

Dong Muyu seemed to realize something and quickly waved her hands, “I haven’t had that honor yet.”

Chu Yiyun, no longer hopeful, changed the subject.

Dong Muyu exhaled imperceptibly and excused herself.

The group headed toward the parking lot.

But Fu Chaoying didn’t dare walk beside Ye Jiayuan, quietly staying between Chu Yiyun and Fu Chaohua instead.

Tonight’s activity was shopping.

Chu Yiyun was a shopping enthusiast, and the moment they entered the mall, she dragged Fu Chaoying and Fu Chaohua into trying on clothes.

“There seems to be an art exhibition over there,” Ye Jiayuan suddenly remarked.

Seizing the opportunity, Fu Chaoying said, “Auntie, I’ll go check out the exhibition first. You and my sister can keep shopping.”

Fu Chaoying took the escalator downstairs but, upon looking back, didn’t see Ye Jiayuan. A pang of disappointment hit her—had she just been stating a fact?

At the exhibition entrance, someone suddenly tapped her shoulder lightly.

Startled, Fu Chaoying turned and met a pair of familiar, deep-set eyes.

Since they were on the first floor, Fu Chaoying subtly put a little distance between them, her lips curving slightly. “Where did you come from, sis?”

“The elevator,” Ye Jiayuan replied, walking beside her.

The exhibition featured student works, and Fu Chaoying was skimming through them when she suddenly spotted a remarkable piece. But just then, Ye Jiayuan grabbed her wrist.

Fu Chaoying was pulled into a stairwell.

The space was empty, though the lively chatter of the crowd was just beyond the door.

Ye Jiayuan pressed her against the door, her face inches away. Fu Chaoying’s throat tightened—but then her breath was stolen in a sudden kiss.

Fu Chaoying instinctively wrapped her arms around Ye Jiayuan’s neck, kissing back, only to be lifted effortlessly. Strong hands roamed over her body, sending shivers down her spine.

Fu Chaoying’s legs instinctively wrapped around Ye Jiayuan’s waist. The wet sounds of their tongues entwining echoed in the confined space, the heat coiling deep within her. A soft moan escaped her lips.

“You started it this time,” Ye Jiayuan murmured against her lips, voice low.

Fu Chaoying flicked her tongue teasingly over Ye Jiayuan’s lips. “Clearly, sis couldn’t resist temptation. Don’t blame me.”

Ye Jiayuan chuckled helplessly. “Fine, my fault.”

Before Fu Chaoying could react, Ye Jiayuan’s lips trailed down to her collarbone.

Fu Chaoying clung to her shoulders, only to realize Ye Jiayuan had shifted to holding her with one arm.

A sharp nip at her collarbone made her arch back with a gasp—then the crisp sound of metal snapping echoed in the air.

Cool air brushed against her exposed skin before a warm, firm hand covered the spot.

Fu Chaoying whimpered softly, but the noise from outside the door suddenly became audible again.

Her senses slowly returned, and she instinctively pleaded in a whisper, “Sis, don’t…”

Though she spoke those words, the heated contact between their skin screamed an undeniable invitation.