C7 Taunting!

Yan Zhimo's eyes were filled with desire as he pinned Yann Qiai against the wall, moving in closer.

Qiai panicked. She knew that no matter what she said, Zhimo wouldn't let her go.

A sharp slap echoed in the bathroom. Zhimo was stunned, his head turned slightly as he looked at Qiai in disbelief, not expecting her to be so bold.

"Zhimo! This is your cousin's house! I'm your cousin's girlfriend! You better watch yourself!" Qiai exclaimed, reaching for the bathroom door. "Don't do anything stupid! Let me out!"

But Zhimo ignored her protests, grabbing her and pinning her against the sink.

"Ah—" Qiai screamed as Zhimo turned her around, pressing her down onto the sink.

"I'm just exercising my marital rights," Zhimo said coldly, lifting her skirt.

"Zhimo! You beast! Let me go!" Qiai shouted, flailing her hands to scratch his face, her high heels kicking wildly.

But Zhimo easily caught her hands, pressing them against the mirror. Her kicking only caused her skirt to rise higher.

"Go ahead and make a scene. I don't mind if your boyfriend and his parents walk in and see you like this," Zhimo whispered in her ear.

Qiai immediately stopped struggling.

Zhimo smirked, releasing her hands. But as soon as he did, Qiai quickly raised her hand, scratching his face with her long nails, even though Zhimo dodged quickly.

Suddenly, three scratches appeared on Yan Zhimo's handsome face.

"You beast! You're worse than an animal! Yan Zhimo, you're not even human!" Yann Qiai gritted her teeth, struggling desperately as she hurled insults at him.

But Yan Zhimo paid no attention, pressing his lips to the soft skin of her neck.

Her dress was pulled up to her waist, revealing her long, pale legs. Yan Zhimo's hand moved over them, while his other hand gripped her chin, forcing her to look at herself in the mirror.

"Take a good look at yourself! See just how...!" Yan Zhimo whispered into her ear, his lips brushing against her earlobe. "You better remember whose woman you are!"

Yann Qiai trembled, clenching her teeth and fighting back with all her strength. One hand tried to pry his fingers from her chin, her nails digging into his skin. The other hand fumbled across the sink, searching for anything she could use as a weapon.

With a loud crash, the delicate bottle of hand soap fell to the floor.

Startled by the noise, Yann Qiai froze, and before she could react, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Qiai, are you okay?" came Qii Linyue's worried voice from outside.

"I'm... I'm fine..." Yann Qiai struggled to keep her voice steady, suppressing the tingling sensation at the back of her neck.

"If you need anything, just call me," Qii Linyue said, his footsteps retreating from the door.

"Smart move," Yan Zhimo murmured softly into her ear.

"Hah..." Yann Qiai's lips were nearly bleeding from how hard she bit them. She looked up, glaring at Yan Zhimo's reflection in the mirror. "Aren't you afraid someone will find out your wife is cheating on you with your cousin?"

Yan Zhimo was taken aback.

"Come on, look at the camera!"

Before Yan Zhimo could react, a series of clicks sounded. At some point, Yann Qiai had pulled her phone out of her pocket, switched it to selfie mode, and snapped several photos of Yan Zhimo kissing her cheek.

"Even if you break it, it won't matter. The photos are uploaded to the cloud in real-time and saved forever," Yann Qiai teased as Yan Zhimo tried to grab her phone.

"Look, your expression is so tender," Yann Qiai said, deliberately showing Yan Zhimo the photo album and swiping through the pictures. "Look at that handsome face... those lips... If I post these, who knows how many women would be jealous!"

"Very good, Yann Qiai, very good," Yan Zhimo said in a low voice, suppressing his anger, but he still stood up and let go of Yann Qiai.

"Don't go just yet, there's this one too," Yann Qiai quickly followed, holding the phone up to Yan Zhimo's face. "See, your cousin's expression is just as tender, isn't it?"

Yan Zhimo's face darkened instantly.

"Can you imagine... two handsome guys wrapped around one woman? If your clueless little fangirls found out, wouldn't they tear me apart?"

Yann Qiai joked, watching Yan Zhimo's face grow darker. Her expression suddenly turned serious. "Yan Zhimo, I'm warning you, if you dare to do anything to me again, don't blame me for posting these photos. It'll be all or nothing!"