Chapter 25: The Invisible Third Person.

Yan Qingxin’s eyes narrowed slightly, teasing Lu Zhao on purpose.
Of course, she didn’t actually think he was hiding someone—just a joke.

But little did she know, she’d accidentally hit the mark.

At this point, if Lu Zhao kept blocking her, it’d only make him look suspicious.

He slowly stepped aside to let Yan Qingxin in, hoping against hope that Ling Chenxi had found a good hiding spot.

The room was pitch black anyway… right?

“Baby, why didn’t you turn on the light?”

“Huh? Don’t—”

With a guilty conscience, Lu Zhao wasn’t as quick as Yan Qingxin.

Click.

The light flicked on, illuminating everything in the room.

Yan Qingxin scanned the room, then turned back.
“Hm? What’s wrong?”

“N-Nothing.”

Lu Zhao was drenched in cold sweat, his heart pounding.
He now truly understood what it meant to be scared weak in the knees.

Swallowing hard several times, he tried to sound calm:

“See? No one’s here. Qingxin, you doubting me really hurts my feelings.”

Yan Qingxin hugged him with a hint of guilt.
“Oh, baby, I was just teasing you. Come on, don’t be mad.”

‘Sorry, Qingxin, I really didn’t have a choice…’

Lu Zhao couldn’t meet her eyes, too ashamed.

After mentally cursing himself, he glanced around the room, guessing Ling Chenxi was hiding in the wardrobe.

Good, good. The wardrobe shouldn’t be opened.

Phew—he let out a long breath.

But things always go wrong when you least expect it.

Just as Lu Zhao relaxed, Yan Qingxin’s words yanked his heart back up.

“Oh, right, baby, you’ve got an extra bathrobe, don’t you? Ling Cang, that silly girl, got hers wet while showering. I’ll grab one from here.”

“!!!”

Ling Chenxi! Look at what your daughter’s done! Is this going to kill you or me?!

Yan Qingxin moved to open the wardrobe.
Lu Zhao couldn’t stop her—not without a reason.

There was only one option left.

The moment Yan Qingxin’s hand touched the wardrobe, click.

The room plunged back into darkness.

“Baby, why’d you turn off the light?”

Yan Qingxin looked toward Lu Zhao, completely missing the pale-faced Ling Chenxi, who was clinging tightly to herself.

Lu Zhao didn’t answer.
He locked the door and quickly moved to Yan Qingxin’s side.

“Qingxin, hurry up, I can’t wait.”

Feeling Lu Zhao’s tight embrace, Yan Qingxin was thrilled at his eagerness.

They tumbled onto the bed, wrapped in each other’s arms.

“Baby~ So impatient?”

“Yeah, hurry.”

“Okay, okay, is it because Ling Cang’s next door… Baby, you’re so naughty~” Yan Qingxin giggled.

She slipped off Lu Zhao’s bathrobe, kissing from his neck down to his chest, then lower.

“Hiss…”

Lu Zhao had experienced this before, but this time was different.
Last time, there wasn’t a live audience—sound only.

Noticing his trembling, Yan Qingxin mumbled, “Baby, you’re… so excited. Mm, me too…”

Lu Zhao was suffering in silence.
It was thrilling, sure, but not great for his heart.

His hands instinctively rested on Yan Qingxin’s head.

But then, he felt someone touching his ear—from above, where his head faced the wardrobe.

“!”

Ling Chenxi, are you fcking insane?!

This wasn’t just one plus one equals two—it was three or more.

Lu Zhao clenched his teeth to stay silent, but his trembling grew worse.

Yan Qingxin thought it was her doing and doubled her efforts.

A soft, slick tongue moved from his ear to his cheek, then his eyes, nose, and finally his lips.

He tried to turn away, but two hands held his face firmly.

His heart rate must’ve hit 180.

Seemingly annoyed at his silence, two fingers pinched his nostrils shut.

His hands weren’t tied, but he didn’t dare move, terrified any small action would tip off Yan Qingxin.

Less than thirty seconds later, he couldn’t hold back and opened his mouth.

Her tongue slipped in, and he didn’t dare bite—if Ling Chenxi yelped in pain, it’d be over.

Last time lasted ten minutes.
This time, with the overwhelming stimulation, Lu Zhao gave in under three.

In the quiet room, Yan Qingxin’s strained swallowing sounds echoed.

Lu Zhao knew she’d taken it all, and he felt Ling Chenxi’s kissing pause, then slowly withdraw.

‘She… she can swallow that?’

Ling Chenxi was shocked by Yan Qingxin’s actions, realizing how much this girl loved Lu Zhao, willing to do anything for him.

‘Am I going too far?’ she reflected briefly—but only briefly.

‘Why… why am I even more excited now?!’

Ling Chenxi had never felt this way, not even that time in the hotel with her daughter sleeping nearby.

“Baby, so much again~”

“Ha… ha…”

Lu Zhao was numb, his tense body going limp as Ling Chenxi retreated.

Rustling sounds followed—Yan Qingxin undressing.

A soft, beautiful body pressed against him, face-to-face, chins resting on each other’s shoulders.

“Baby, you’re not done yet, are you? I know you. Come on… mm~”

Yan Qingxin was attuned to her boyfriend’s body, oblivious to the subtle sounds and changes nearby.

But Lu Zhao was different.
He was genuinely terrified of that crazy woman, his attention split, ears straining for any sound.

Maybe because he was distracted, Yan Qingxin lasted unusually long this time.

“Baby~ Am I… am I awesome, hm?”

“…Yeah, awesome.”

“Hmph~”

Fully immersed, Yan Qingxin didn’t notice the insincerity in Lu Zhao’s voice.

Just when he thought that woman wouldn’t pull anything else, an itchy sensation brushed the sole of his foot—hair.

“?!”

No way, you’re still at it?

Ling Chenxi had crept around the bed to Lu Zhao’s feet, teasing his soles with her hair.
When he moved to escape the tickle, she grabbed his ankle.

Behind Yan Qingxin’s back, a woman was toying with her boyfriend’s foot, exploring every inch.

Hair, nails, and eventually, caught up in the heated atmosphere, she went further, sitting on his foot.

The soft sensation made Lu Zhao clutch his girlfriend tighter.

“Baby, you… close? I’m… mm~”

The mix of psychological thrill and physical pleasure brought Lu Zhao and Yan Qingxin to sync for the first time.

Clinging to each other, they savored the afterglow.

Yan Qingxin stroked Lu Zhao’s soft hair, whispering in his ear, “Baby, this is the first time you… inside. Does having someone next door make you that excited? Pervert~”

Lu Zhao’s cheek twitched.
Thinking of the insane events, he wondered to himself.

‘Qingxin’s right. Maybe… I am a pervert?’

No! The pervert’s not me! Ling Chenxi… you just wait!

Citing shyness, Lu Zhao stopped Yan Qingxin from turning on the light, earning her teasing.
She dressed in the dark, grabbed the bathrobe, and left.

The room fell silent again, only the faint scent of gardenia proving what had happened.

Click.*

Lu Zhao turned on the light, his eyes bloodshot, searching for the reckless woman who’d thrown caution to the wind.