Chapter 4 Don’t Push Your Luck

Water from the pool surged around them, making Xi Yue struggle for breath.

The overwhelming fear made her forget her survival instincts, that her fingers digging into Zong Du’s shoulders until her nails were embedded in his flesh.

Zong Du, familiar with the routine, held her close, one hand under her chin to lift her above the water, the other undoing her bra.

He whispered into her ear, “Xi Yue, breathe.”

Xi Yue obediently opened her mouth, but her chest felt vacuumed, unable to draw in air. The suffocating sensation intensified, her muscles spasming, limbs stiffening.

Sensing her reaction, Zong Du cursed softly.

His fingers gently pinched her throat, then he lowered his head to cover her lips. Inhale, exhale; inhale, exhale...

With the rhythm of his breath, air returned to her lungs.

Zong Du carried her to the poolside steps, setting her down. “Feeling better?”

Xi Yue gaped, gasping for air as if her chest would explode. After a long pause, she trembled, “I need to go back to my room.”

Her silk green dress floated around her like a flower in the water, her bra unhooked, exposing her chest.

The pool’s lights cast shadows on her pale skin, making the red at her nipples even more pronounced. Her face, still pale from fear, looked more alluring in the shimmering light.

Zong Du’s throat bobbed. He hooked her wet dress with one hand.

No one knew Xi Yue had a fear of water, or how her body reacted under extreme stress.

As the one privy to this secret, Zong Du had a natural control over her.

Xi Yue’s terror greatly pleased him. Zong Du’s cool fingers traced her face, “Good girl, you’ve recovered... go on?”

Xi Yue shook her head frantically, pushing against him in fear. “Mr, please no—ah!”

Zong Du advanced, his rough fingers dominating, giving her no chance to refuse. Weak and not fully recovered, Xi Yue could only curl up in the dark, cold water.

Zong Du pressed against her, his warm tongue licking her soft earlobe. “Relax, hmm?”

Xi Yue, tearful, pleaded, “Mr...”

Everything descended into chaos. Xi Yue couldn’t discern hot from cold, helplessly shaking her head.

Zong Du lifted her dress, gripping her hips, and his voice was low and restrained. “What, you don’t want it? You enjoyed this afternoon.”

Tears streamed down Xi Yue’s face, her words incoherent.

Shadows danced in the yard, with leaves rustling in the wind. The residual fear and sudden pleasure overwhelmed her senses.

Zong Du was relentless, and squeezed her harshly.

Xi Yue’s fingers grazed his abs in a futile push, sobbing, “Stop, stop, please...”

“Xi Yue,” Zong Du gripped her chin, his voice dangerously low, “don’t push your luck.”

Xi Yue’s terror increased. “Mr, can we go to the bedroom? Please... please...”

Zong Du always appears to be very proper on the surface, but in private, he is quite wild.

Especially regarding sex, once he gets excited, he will become uncontrollable.

The area around the pool was already empty, and if there’s any noise along with the sound of splashing water...

Ever since Xi Yue was pulled into bed by him on her 18th birthday, she has been worried about being discovered by the Zong Family. She could endure and maintain this secret relationship with Zong Du for the sake of her mother. After all, Zong Du is skilled, and she enjoys it.

But that doesn’t mean she’s willing to make this hidden relationship public and become an enemy of the entire Zong Family.

Seeing that Zong Du remained silent, Xi Yue bit her lip and tilted her head up to kiss his cold lips.

“Mr.,” noticing the change in his body, Xi Yue said softly, “Please, give me that...”

Normally, Xi Yue’s voice was clear and cold, but when she softened her voice to act coquettishly, she sounded particularly alluring and delicate.

This contrast was the most irresistible to men.

Her voice was soft and pleading, arousing him further. Zong Du’s eyes darkened with desire. He pulled her onto his lap, heading towards the house.

Xi Yue’s room was at the far end of the first floor. Zong Du kicked the door shut, tearing her dress open.

Her wet skin felt exquisitely smooth, igniting his desires. Xi Yue unwillingly knelt on the floor, her long hair dripping water, the sounds mingling with his deep voice.

Xi Yue clung to his clothes, tears in her eyes.

Zong Du gathered her hair, pinning it up, and his hand pressed on her shoulder, leaving red marks. The stark contrast fueled his lust.

Their intense struggle continued in the darkness, ending only with his low growl and her sobs. Exhausted, Xi Yue lay trembling on the floor.

Zong Du then calmly undid his shirt and belt.

Just as the last buckle clicked open, there was a knock at the door.

Both froze.

“Yue, are you asleep?”

Outside, Zhuang Yi’s voice was low, as she tried the door handle. “I saw wet footprints in the hallway. Did you get rained on?”

“Wait!” Xi Yue urgently called out.

The handle stopped turning. “What’s wrong?” Zhuang Yi asked, concerned.

“I’m changing. Don’t come in!”

Zhuang Yi indeed didn’t push the door open anymore.

Xi Yue leaned against the wall to stand up, intending to put on a robe. Just a second before she turned around, Zong Du reached out and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her close to him.

“Ah!” She let out a low cry instinctively.

“What happened?” Zhuang Yi became anxious. “Is everything okay?”

“No, nothing’s wrong!” Xi Yue’s voice was still a bit hoarse from overuse. She adjusted her breathing and said, “I accidentally kicked the chair.”

“Be careful,” Zhuang Yi sighed. “I just wanted to talk. You can stay inside.”

Zong Du’s hand moved to her waist, his fingers playing with her sensitive skin.

His other hand came to the side of her face, with long fingers pressing against her lips, applying a bit of pressure, rubbing, and grinding.

Having just experienced an extreme sensation, her body couldn’t withstand the teasing and quickly started trembling.

Xi Yue tried hard to ignore the strange sensations in her body and focused her attention on the conversation with her mother.

“Alright, I won’t come out. What is it?”

“Yue, about going abroad... are you serious?” Zhuang Yi asked just as Zong Du’s touch intensified.

Xi Yue felt a sharp pain and was abruptly pulled close to him.