Chapter 46: How Is This Any Different from Urinating in Public!

As soon as they entered the room, Chu Fei could hardly contain his impatience.

Shen Miaoyu was gasping for breath, her hands clutched protectively at her chest as she gripped her white blouse tightly.

“Chu Fei, wait!” Shen Miaoyu’s voice was breathless and flustered, now tinged with a sultry allure. But she still tried her best to hold him back—she wanted to maintain a little dignity, not yield to him so easily!

Yet, when these words fell on Chu Fei’s ears, their meaning twisted. When a woman says “wait a moment,” it means she doesn’t want to wait at all.

How could Chu Fei not understand? He thrived on rebellion.

He pried Shen Miaoyu’s hands away.

She was momentarily stunned—her clothes were already...

—How is he so skilled at this!

“What was that? Don’t want what?” Chu Fei whispered against her delicate earlobe, “Say it clearly.”

This man—he clearly knew what she meant, yet insisted she say it outright. It was so unfair!

But in this situation, Shen Miaoyu was helpless. She’d kindled the fire herself, after all. She could only say, “Even if you want to… do that, at least let me take a shower first. I came back with you, didn’t I? Or are you still afraid I’ll run away?”

“There’s no time for that,” Chu Fei said, leaving no room for refusal.

Shen Miaoyu’s attempt to stop him was too late. She could only feel her current position was utterly shameful. Yet, seeing the look of satisfaction on Chu Fei’s face, she couldn’t bring herself to interrupt him. She could only mutter under her breath, “Pervert!”

“We’re just getting started.”

“Y-you’re going too far!” Shen Miaoyu was mortified. This man, putting her in such a compromising position—what on earth was he planning!

Just then, a mocking voice suddenly rang out behind them.

“Legs are for walking, not for pointing at the ceiling!”

The voice shattered the atmosphere in an instant.

Shen Miaoyu snapped back to her senses, sobering immediately. She lashed out, her foot landing squarely on Chu Fei’s face just as he was stopping. Chu Fei tumbled off the bed, furious and ready to confront the intruder—only to become awkwardly silent when he saw who it was.

Standing in the doorway was a woman in a champagne-colored off-shoulder bodycon dress that left her rounded shoulders and slender collarbones bare, doing nothing to hide her stunning figure. The dress ended just above her knees, hugging her body, with a black ribbon accentuating her narrow waist. Below that, two long legs as smooth as mutton-fat jade ended in black peep-toe heels—elegant and sexy.

Her features were flawless, her wavy, honey-brown hair cascading behind her ears, where a pair of earrings added a dash of charm and allure. But at the moment, she looked rather displeased. After her cutting remark, she flung her handbag at Chu Fei.

Chu Fei caught it reflexively, but was left utterly crestfallen.

“Fourth Senior Sister, why did you have to show up at this exact moment?”

He was starting to regret not finishing things quickly. If he’d known Zhou Mi, his fourth senior sister, would barge in, he would have acted sooner. Now, he’d gained nothing and taken a kick to the face for his trouble!

Fourth Senior Sister Zhou Mi—an international superstar across film, television, and music, lauded as the Queen of Art Films. Every project she starred in, every song she released, became an instant sensation—she was the undisputed national goddess.

“What, blaming me for ruining your fun?” Zhou Mi teased, her tone playful as she eyed the two of them.

Chu Fei could only smile awkwardly. He knew, now that she’d caught him, he was in for it.

He turned to introduce her to Shen Miaoyu, who was hiding beneath the covers.

“This is my Fourth Senior Sister, Zhou Mi. You’ve probably heard of her.”

Though Shen Miaoyu didn’t usually pay much attention to the entertainment industry, even she knew how famous Zhou Mi was. There was even a saying in showbiz: “Famous? Are you more famous than Zhou Mi?”

She’d never expected Zhou Mi to be Chu Fei’s senior sister.

She wanted to greet her, but her current predicament was too embarrassing. All she could do was nod from under the blanket.

Zhou Mi gave Shen Miaoyu a once-over, thinking, This girl is indeed beautiful. Not quite on my level, but enough to make my little junior dizzy. Well, at least he has good taste.

“So, you’re Shen Miaoyu?” she asked.

“Yes, hello, Fourth Senior Sister…” Shen Miaoyu forced herself to greet her, shooting a glare at Chu Fei. If not for him, her first meeting with Zhou Mi wouldn’t have been so mortifying.

Chu Fei thought to himself, This isn’t my fault. Who could’ve known Fourth Senior Sister would show up at this moment!

Fortunately, Zhou Mi was generous by nature—unlike Fifth Senior Sister, Ye Qingcheng, whose possessiveness toward Chu Fei bordered on obsession. Still, seeing her little junior about to be snatched away left her a little jealous. That was why she’d taken it out on Chu Fei, but she quickly composed herself.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t see anything this time—but not again,” Zhou Mi said, winking at Shen Miaoyu. “Unless…”

Shen Miaoyu was speechless. That tone, that train of thought—it was just like Chu Fei. No wonder they were from the same sect; not a single serious one among them!

Chu Fei, on the other hand, was delighted. “Alright, alright, I have no objections!”

“Of course you don’t!” Zhou Mi retorted, grabbing Chu Fei by the ear. “Come with me, your sister has something to say to you!”

And so, Chu Fei, reluctant as ever, was dragged out of the room by Zhou Mi.

Left alone under the covers, Shen Miaoyu was overwhelmed with embarrassment as she realized Zhou Mi had witnessed her every compromising pose. It was mortifying—no different from being caught relieving herself in public!

In the living room, Chu Fei tried to cozy up to Zhou Mi, hoping to win her favor with some playful affection, but she pushed him away without mercy, leaving him looking wounded and aggrieved.

Zhou Mi rolled her eyes at him before flashing him a charming, fox-like smile.

“Little brother, you wouldn’t want the fifth sister to hear about what just happened, would you?”

Of course Chu Fei didn’t want Ye Qingcheng to know. If she found out, he’d be finished—her methods were truly terrifying.

“Fourth Senior Sister, as long as you don’t tell Fifth Senior Sister, I’ll do anything you want!” Chu Fei sat up straight, his expression solemn.

Zhou Mi’s smile grew even more seductive.

“Anything at all? I’ve been wanting to try something exciting lately—”