As for why he was harsh to a woman who loved him and had lived with him for three years, I couldn’t understand. A strong itching sensation washed over me as he resumed his unfinished business, slipping his fingers into my collar.
The touch through my clothes was unbearable. Direct skin-to-skin contact made my body tremble, my mouth dry. His cool fingertips moved upward, exploring into my bra, pinching gently. I felt powerless, wanting something yet unable to refuse. I would rather be pressed to the ground and entered than endure this endless intimacy.
He kissed me again, his tongue cleverly seducing mine, the kiss growing more intense and passionate. I became lost, my hands wrapping around his waist, consumed by a burning desire.
Finally surrendering, I opened my misty eyes and whispered, “Senior brother…” He smiled satisfiedly.
Just then, his phone rang again. Ye Zhengchen cursed softly, glanced at the number, and angrily shouted, “Fuck! Can’t you look at the time before calling?”
The person on the phone held back before speaking reluctantly, “Am I interrupting your time with your mistress?”
Ye Zhengchen gritted his teeth. “You know that and still call!”
An ambiguous low laugh followed. “Then continue; we’ll talk about your love rival later…”
I felt a cold wave wash over me, extinguishing my passion.
Ye Zhengchen stepped away to speak. They talked for a long time, and I listened intently, but he only repeated a few phrases: “Hmm!” “Okay.” “I know.” “Fine!”
I couldn’t decipher any information, and anxiety showed on my face.
After their conversation, I hurriedly asked, “How is it?”
He put away his phone and buttoned up his shirt. “Your fiancé will be out soon.”
“Soon?” I could hardly believe it. “You’re not lying to me?”
“No. He was supposed to be released after the case was closed.” He paused. “My friend helped negotiate. As long as someone guarantees he won’t escape, he can be released first.”
“Who can guarantee? Can I?”
Ye Zhengchen shook his head. “I’ll handle this. You don’t need to worry.”
“When will he get out?”
“When do you want him to get out?” He countered, looking directly into my eyes. Conflict and anticipation were evident on his face.
Yin Tianzhen was finally free, which meant I would no longer need Ye Zhengchen.
