Darkness infinitely amplifies one’s sensory abilities. The interrogation, accompanied by hot, moist breath, crashed against her ear. The sensation on her earlobe lingered, as if her heart, too, had been bitten.

Sang Ru couldn’t help but shrink back, which only prompted Zhou Tingzhao to lower his head and move closer.

Seeing she didn’t answer, Zhou Tingzhao repeated: “This is all you want, is it?”

With nowhere to retreat, Sang Ru simply looked into his eyes and said, “Yes, is that not allowed?”

Even these few words could transform into sharp ice blades, chipping away at his heart bit by bit. He had thought that this time would be different, but it turned out she was still only willing to share physical pleasure with him.

Zhou Tingzhao was no different from others to her. All this talk of liking or not liking was never based on him as a person.

The fist hanging at his side clenched, and Zhou Tingzhao sneered: “Fine.”

Before Sang Ru could react, he suddenly lowered his head to kiss her neck, applying considerable force. Sang Ru instinctively tried to avoid it, but her neck was suddenly covered by his palm.

With his lips pressed against this delicate skin, Zhou Tingzhao said in a low voice: “Don’t dodge.”

His lips and tongue burned against her skin. His rationality seemed to be on the edge of vanishing completely, reducing him to a fierce beast driven only by combative desire, gripping the neck of his prey and refusing to let go.

He truly seemed provoked. Today, Zhou Tingzhao was more frenzied than ever before. Sang Ru struggled to breathe, her body going weak from his licking. She pushed against his shoulders, half-gasping: “Let go…”

Zhou Tingzhao appeared not to hear. Suddenly, he raised his hand to grip her jaw, tilting it upward. Sang Ru let out a gasp, her head forced back, the vulnerable area completely exposed before his eyes.

Like a sudden downpour, his kisses traveled up along her neckline, lingering at the soft cartilage of her throat, twisting and turning as if to leave his mark. Sang Ru stepped back, almost completely pressed against the wall. Her waist was suddenly gripped tightly, effectively restraining her both above and below.

Rapid breaths showered against her throat, while the burning sensation at her waist swept through her entire body. Sang Ru turned her head uncomfortably, attempting to break free from his grasp. But she had barely moved a millimeter before his hand pulled her back.

As this motion ended, his kisses had reached her chin. Zhou Tingzhao opened his mouth, his teeth gently nibbling this area—not painful, but rather causing a tantalizing sensation in her heart.

Sang Ru applied slight force, and her lips accidentally brushed against his. She felt Zhou Tingzhao suddenly pause. He raised his head, and the light leaking through the door crack happened to illuminate only his eyes.

His intense, profound expression was instantly exposed with nowhere to hide.

Sang Ru’s heart stirred, and she murmured: “Why did you stop?”

Zhou Tingzhao made a cold sound through his nose, seeming to sneer. Those eyes suddenly disappeared into darkness. The world spun, and when Sang Ru regained her senses, she had been lifted in a princess carry and placed on the sofa.

Now she truly couldn’t see him at all.

Sang Ru tentatively called his name. After a rustling sound, she felt a warm body covering hers.

“Zhou Tingzhao?”

Unusually, he didn’t respond. The pressure on her chest only grew heavier. He suddenly spoke, asking in a hoarse voice: “You wanted a reward, right?”

“Hmm?”

Her short-circuited thoughts couldn’t immediately react to his question, but he seemed not to need a response at all and simply added: “I’ll give it to you.”

The kiss that had been traveling upward finally stopped at her lips. Zhou Tingzhao deepened the kiss with an intensity that suggested he might devour her, while simultaneously reaching his hand to cup and massage her breast from the side.

Her defenses were breached as his tongue entered to entwine with hers. Whimpers were swallowed between their lips, while the tingling sensation continued to emanate from her chest.

She had to admit that she had been intensely aroused since he first kissed her neck.

A long kiss ended with both of them silently gasping for breath. Her skirt was suddenly lifted, and Zhou Tingzhao slipped his hand underneath, starting from her inner thigh and gradually sliding to her center, teasing her softness through her underwear with intermittent strokes.

Her thin lips parted, and Sang Ru moaned softly with his movements. Her voice modulated continuously as his fingers quickly stroked her. Even though it was just indirect stimulation, she could barely contain herself.

“Go inside…”

Zhou Tingzhao paused, then continued at his original pace as if he hadn’t heard the invitation.

At that moment, a melody suddenly came from nearby. The phone that had been casually tossed onto the sofa rang, its screen inappropriately bright in this corner.

Just as Sang Ru was about to reach for it, someone moved faster and picked it up, followed by the ringtone stopping. The light from the screen projected onto Zhou Tingzhao’s face, finally allowing her to see his features.

His brows had hardly relaxed all night. Now his lips were tightly pressed together, still glistening with moisture from their kiss. Perhaps due to the alcohol, a slight flush had appeared on his face, displaying a cool sensuality.

He stared at the screen until the light went out, returning their surroundings to darkness. Sang Ru heard the sound of a hard object dropping onto the sofa.

Momentarily captivated by his appearance, she now remembered to question him: “Why did you hang up my call?”

The familiar weight pressed back onto her body. Zhou Tingzhao, in a rare display of such sentiment, uttered: “Annoying.”

Sang Ru vaguely guessed whose call it was and deliberately said: “Whose call was it? Brother Luo He?”

The palm on her chest suddenly tightened: “Don’t mention him.”

“By what right?”