Chapter 6 Superb sexual skills

His call snapped me out of it, and I suddenly realized he was Zhao Mengxi's fiancé!

I immediately pushed him away with my hand, but as soon as my palm touched his chest, he caught my wrist.

My heart skipped a beat, and I chastised urgently, "What are you doing! Let go of me!"

He curved his lips and raised an eyebrow, pressing his body towards me, "Hm? Isn't little mama trying to touch me? This way you'll feel more comfortable touching."

After he said that, his large hand guided mine under his pajama top.

"Are you out of your mind!" I was frantic. This was the staircase landing—if Master Zhao or Zhao Mengxi heard and came down, I'd be doomed!

Yet this man seemed to do it on purpose, gripping my hand so I couldn't pull it back at all.

I took a deep breath and lowered my voice, "If Mr. Cheng is lonely, there are plenty of women outside who'd sleep with you for money."

"But little mama's skills are so good, and your scent is so sweet. After tasting you, I can't stomach those vulgar and banal women outside. What to do?"

His voice was very low, and as he spoke, his eyes were fixed on me. I rarely saw a man with eyes that flirtatious—sinful and soft, imbued with an indescribable allure.

Worse still, my dress was a one-piece bodycon with a slit up the thigh, and I hadn't had the chance to change out of the provocative lingerie underneath.

His fingertips traced up my thigh, effortlessly slipping under my dress.

I couldn't tell if it was his captivating eyes or his hands that were truly skilled. Every touch was like magic, igniting flames on my skin, nearly overwhelming me, making me forget where we were.

Only when he was about to reach the root of my thigh did I suddenly get the feeling of an electric shock. All my nerves tensed into a line, and I suddenly realized what we were doing.

I cursed internally, then forcefully held his hand, warning him that this was the Zhao Family's home, and I was Zhao Jihui's woman!

I thought he would have been deterred by Master Zhao's presence, but to my surprise, after I finished speaking, he instead curled his lips into a scornful smile.

"Is that so? But didn't I hear that he was plotted against ten years ago and that thing of his hasn't worked since then?"

His words startled me. If he hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have thought of that. Although I had been with Master Zhao for a year, he had never touched me with that "thing"—he had only used tools and his mouth. I had always heard that he depleted his health when he was young, but it never occurred to me that this was the reason!

I was so shocked that for a moment I forgot to stop his movements.

It wasn't until I suddenly felt the intrusion of a foreign object that my whole body shuddered, and the bowl in my hand became unstable, slipping from my grasp.

My heart missed a beat, and I hurriedly reached out to catch it, only grazing the rim before the bowl slipped from my fingertips.

Damn it!

It was nearly midnight, and the night was quiet. Any small noise could be amplified manifold. If the bowl broke, the noise would surely wake up Master Zhao and Zhao Mengxi.

My heart was in my throat with fear.

But I could never have anticipated, just as the bowl was about to hit the ground, that the man suddenly extended his leg.

With a flick of his toe, the intricately carved ceramic bowl was launched back into the air, arcing through the air, and when it came back down, the bowl was quietly balanced on his slender fingertips.

"Has little mama been too lonely after spending years with a cripple? How is it that as soon as I give you a little satisfaction with my hand, you're trembling so much you can't even hold a bowl?"

"Don't be insolent!" I swung my hand at him in anger.

My slap hadn't even reached his face before he grabbed my other wrist and pinned it against the wall.

He suddenly nibbled on my earlobe, his hot breath mixed with a tickling sensation that spread like thousands of ants nibbling and climbing all over my body.

My legs were shaking, and I thought no gigolo in any club could match his skills, but he was Zhao Mengxi's fiancé. Even if I had the intention, I didn't have the courage. I bit down, trying to control the tremor in my voice, "Whether I'm lonely or not is none of your business!"

"Yet little mama's body seems to be more honest than her mouth."

As the words ended, I suddenly felt an emptiness. The next second, I saw him lift his slender fingertips, and under the faint light of the wall lamp, I could vaguely see a transparent, thin thread entwined between his fingers.

"You—" This wasn't like teasing; it made me feel as if I was being toyed with by a cat. I bit my teeth, wanting to curse, but before I could speak, the sound from the hallway scared me witless.

"Brother Yu? Are you down there?"

By the time I thought of pushing the man away, it was already too late—Zhao Mengxi's figure appeared at the top of the stairs.

What followed was a question as cold and piercing as an ice pick.

"What are the two of you doing?"