Then why had she been with Chen Ling in that place yesterday, doing... something so shameless?
"It's peaceful here, easier to talk," Yaxi murmured, her voice soft and drowsy from just waking up.
She glanced at Lu Ziyang, who stood there in nothing but a hoodie despite the biting winter cold. Young people these days truly had no regard for their health.
With a kind smile, she lifted the blanket and tugged at his arm, pulling him onto the bed beside her.
"You're dressed so lightly. Share the blanket with me."
Lu Ziyang's hand recoiled as if burned, and he scrambled backward toward the foot of the bed, stammering, "Y-you... don't touch me like that!"
Seeing his unease, Yaxi's lips curled into a sly grin, mischief sparking in her eyes. "Oh? Touch you like what?"
"Like this?" She leaned forward, pinching the muscle on his arm playfully.
"Or..." Her hand trailed down over his collarbone, grazing his chest through his clothes, teasingly skirting around before heading lower. "...like this?"
"Stop! Don't touch there!" Lu Ziyang's face flushed red as he struggled to suppress the heat rising inside him. "So you really were doing that in there the other day!"
Yaxi burst into laughter, collapsing onto the bed in front of him. "Yes, I was. I was making love to Chen Ling, climaxing countless times, draining every ounce of energy out of him. Right in front of his ex-girlfriend, too. He's absolutely shameless."
Lu Ziyang's eyes widened, panic and disbelief swirling in his chest. Was it Yaxi's crude words that unsettled him, or the fact that he found it hard to believe Chen Ling capable of such things?
"Hahaha!" Yaxi laughed until tears glistened in her eyes. "Chen Ling has been missing for so long, yet you're not worried about him at all. Instead, you're obsessed with what we did. Some friend you are. What, hoping I'd eliminate your rival so you could be with Xu Xiaoyi without guilt?"
Something in her words struck a nerve, and Lu Ziyang snapped. "You're despicable! You must have seduced Chen Ling and locked him away somewhere. I'm calling my family right now to bring him back..."
His voice faltered as he caught the icy glint in Yaxi's eyes.
Her head tilted slightly, her gaze narrowing like a cat sizing up its prey. Her black hair framed her face, casting eerie shadows. But in the next moment, her expression softened, and she smiled sweetly, radiating an almost otherworldly charm. Lu Ziyang felt utterly disoriented; this version of Yaxi was someone he didn't recognize.
She rose to her feet, repeating the word slowly, almost thoughtfully.
"Despicable."
And where exactly do you stand on morality?
Standing atop the bed, she looked down at him, lifting one leg and placing her bare foot between his legs.
Lu Ziyang let out a muffled groan, falling backward but catching himself just in time. He braced for the strange sensation of her toes pressing against him—a mix of discomfort and something else he couldn't quite name.
It was only then that he realized Yaxi was barefoot. The arch of her foot was smooth, her toes delicate and petite, like polished seashells. Her ankles tapered elegantly, accentuated by a small mole nestled in the hollow, adding a subtle allure.
Her skin wasn't particularly pale, but it glowed with a warm, even hue, tinged faintly with pink—a color that extended even to her toenails.
Suddenly, it dawned on him: that day in the fitting room, it hadn't been by chance that he'd caught a glimpse of her clothes. She had deliberately let him see.
She had so many tricks up her sleeve. Even Chen Ling—the man he had never managed to surpass, upright yet hypocritical, arrogant yet seemingly untouchable—had fallen under her spell.
So this was how it was...
He was so overwhelmed with pleasure that he felt numb, forgetting to resist, his eyes fixed intently on her feet. He watched her curl her toes, moving up and down. Each time she pressed down, she used real force, causing his scrotum to swell and his cock to feel both pain and pleasure.
She was truly bullying him.
"So tell me, are you a slut or not?" She doesn't usually speak in this tone, which was silky, fierce, and sticky. "You get hard just from being stepped on by a woman you don't even like. Are you a slut or not?"