In the quiet of night, their bodies pressed close—speaking of dreams, of futures—until every word melted into breath and longing.

Restraint shatters. Control breaks.Shen Yanxing no longer yields,and the ferocity of his possession leaves no room to breathe. For the first time,Jiang Zhilin realizes that in this hunt—he is the prey.

From the bathroom to the bedroom,Jiang Zhilin overtook him completely—leaving him no way out,only the inevitability of sinking deeper into it.

Steam thickened in the bathroom’s haze,pleasure closing in layer by layer—and under Jiang Zhilin’s control,Shen Yanxing trembled and sank.

An unexpected clash led to a fatal miscalculation.He thought he had the upper hand—only to be devoured, completely and utterly.