The buttons on the custom-tailored shirt were incredibly sturdy. Xu Su yanked at it but couldn’t rip it open. It felt like the whole world was conspiring against her. Her mind, clouded with rage, had lost all reason. She pushed herself up from her seat beside him and straddled Zhou Mochen’s lap.

The neckline of her dress had already been pulled loose, and her sudden movement exposed a tantalizing glimpse of skin.

Stunned for a moment by her sudden shout, Zhou Mochen snapped back to reality. His expression darkened as he pulled her dress together, cupped the back of her head with one hand, and pressed her firmly into his chest. Turning to the others, who were frozen like statues, he roared, "All of you, get the hell out!"

"I’d like to see who dares leave!" Xu Su craned her neck, struggling with all her might. The right side of her neckline, already loosened by Zhou Mochen, slipped completely off, baring her smooth shoulder. She paid it no mind, yelling, "Weren’t we going to put on a live show? What are you chickening out for, Zhou Mochen? Let’s continue!"

Zhou Mochen pinned her tightly, ignoring her taunts as he roared at Shen Chen, Jiang Peng, and the others, "Get out!"

It all happened too fast. Shen Chen, who had been sitting on the other side, shot to his feet, his expression grave. His eyes darkened, and his brow knitted tightly. He took a few steps forward, about to say something, but Jiang Peng, Hou Yiming, and Little Zhu forcefully grabbed him and dragged him out of the room.

’The look on Zhou Mochen’s face was just too terrifying...’

’They’d believe it if you told them he was about to kill someone right then and there!’

’It was only now that Jiang Peng and the others were beginning to understand just how incredible this Miss Xu was...’

’It was one thing to be the woman Young Master Shen couldn’t forget, but Young Master Zhou was the future head of the Zhou family! He was the kind of man whose mere gaze could chill you to the bone. What kind of temper did she have to dare start a fight with Young Master Zhou in front of everyone!’

’And from the looks of it, Young Master Zhou was the one who lost his cool first...’

Xu Su couldn’t care less what anyone else thought. Her head was buzzing, filled with the echo of Zhou Mochen’s words: ’Let’s do it in front of them...’

Only when they were alone in the room did Zhou Mochen finally let her go. His face was ashen as he glared at her. "I unhooked your bra, do you realize that? Do you have any idea how close you were to being completely exposed!"

The thought that she had almost been seen by a group of men made Zhou Mochen grit his teeth as he began to straighten her clothes.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He couldn’t stop himself from pulling her into a crushing hug, his voice thick as he snarled, "Xu Su, I must have fucking owed you in a past life."

Xu Su’s lips curled into a smirk. "Call them back in so we can continue. What are you afraid of? Didn’t you want to do it in front of them?"

Zhou Mochen gripped the back of her head, his voice hoarse as he roared, "I was just angry! Can’t you tell I was just saying that to get a rise out of you? You get to torture me over and over again, but I’m not allowed to piss you off even once?"

’Get a rise out of me, huh...’

Xu Su clenched her trembling hands into fists, fighting to control the stinging sensation in her nose.

’Was it possible to be this infuriating?’

’Touching... her... in front of all those people...’

’And then threatening to do it with her in front of a crowd...’

Once he’d calmed down, Zhou Mochen finally realized how stupid he’d been. He cupped Xu Su’s face, apologizing profusely. "I’m sorry. I was just so angry I wasn’t thinking straight. Please don’t be mad at me."

He really had lost his mind to anger. She had a real talent for it, riling him up to such a state. When the rage had peaked, he’d even had the urge to devour her whole.

Xu Su just said, "Oh." Then, in an unnervingly casual tone, she added, "Zhou Mochen, let’s break up."

The hands on her face froze. Zhou Mochen gripped her chin, leaning in until they were nose-to-nose. He stared hard into her eyes. "Take it back. I’ll pretend I never heard it."

Xu Su met his gaze without flinching. "Zhou Mochen, let’s break up," she repeated. "You’re so miserable. Why should we keep torturing each other?"

"Do you have a death wish?" Zhou Mochen sneered through gritted teeth. "Xu Su, do you not understand the situation here? What gives you the right to break up with me? Have I been too good to you? Is that it?"

He was so furious he wasn’t thinking straight, his grip on her chin turning vicious. "You’d better remember this: I’m the only one who gets to mention breaking up. When I’m tired of playing with you, I’ll dump you whether you like it or not. I’ve finally figured it out, Xu Su. It’s useless being nice to you. You don’t fucking deserve even one pleasant look from me!"

Perhaps because she’d already been through worse today, his words didn’t faze her in the slightest. She listened quietly, then nodded, her expression placid. "Fine. Let’s play, then. Set a time. When do you think you’ll get tired of me?"

As she spoke, she reached for his buttons. One... two...

As she reached for the third, he seized her hand. He stared at her, his eyes rimmed with red. "If I just wanted to use you, do you think I would have restrained myself this long? Xu Su, are you heartless!"

He had said the harsh words, but now he was the one who couldn’t bear it.

Xu Su looked at him, confused. "I’m agreeing to your terms. I’m willing to let you ’play’ with me. What are you crying for?"

’What am I crying for...’

Zhou Mochen felt pathetic, too. He grabbed her by the waist and hugged her fiercely. "Don’t you ever mention breaking up again. If you’re angry about what I did—that bastardly thing—then hit me. But don’t you dare even think about breaking up."

With his eyes half-closed, he warned in a raspy voice, "Xu Su, you can torture me all you want. But you can only torture *me*. It can only be me. Only me. Understand?"

"..." ’He acts like he’s in agony from my torture, yet he can’t stand the thought of me torturing anyone else...’

Xu Su started to question his sanity. She reached up and wiped away his tears. Her heart, which had gone numb from his earlier outburst, slowly began to feel again.

A dull ache, a heavy pang, and an indescribable throb...

Xu Su cupped his face, leaning in to get a closer look.

His eyes were red-rimmed and wet. He let her hold his face, all traces of his earlier ferocity gone. Now he just looked like he was the one who had been terribly bullied by her...

’It almost made Xu Su doubt herself. Had her memory failed her? Was *she* the one who had just touched *him* in front of a whole room of people?’

’How did I make him cry again...’

’Such a crybaby...’

Xu Su pressed her lips to his eye. It was a tender, precious kiss.

’Zhou Mochen could actually feel compassion in her kiss.’

’How absurd. He was being shown compassion by a woman...’

’But this woman was Xu Su.’

’The mere thought that it was Xu Su was enough to make Zhou Mochen’s heart melt...’

Xu Su’s kisses trailed from his eyes, down the bridge of his nose, to his lips.

Before long, her lips slid down to his neck, his Adam’s apple...

The shirt buttons came undone, one by one. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Xu Su reached out and ran her hand over his skin. His firm abs felt good under her palm.

She teased and stroked him, only pausing when she heard a tremor in his voice from above.

Snapping out of the trance his masculine charm had put her in, Xu Su coughed awkwardly. She sat up straight and slowly began to button up his shirt. "So," she asked casually, "do you know what you did wrong?"

"It’s frustrating..." Zhou Mochen whined, sounding wronged.

Her hand faltered on the button. Xu Su shot him an exasperated look. "Oh, so now you’re blaming me?"

Her words made his eyes darken. Reclining on the sofa, he reached out to grip her waist, letting her continue to fasten his buttons. "I shouldn’t have pulled at your clothes in the private room," he said, his brow furrowed.