บท 562: Using Feng Xiaoyu To Provoke Dong Aigou

A wave of heat washed over Feng Xiaoyu as Wang Jian's voice, a low, sensual whisper, brushed against her ear. His command was outrageous, a test of her humiliation and desperation.

"Kiss me," he murmured, his voice dripping with a dark amusement. "A proper kiss, mind you. In front of your little friend. Make it convincing, and make sure those… assets of yours press themselves firmly against me."

Feng Xiaoyu's face flamed crimson. This wasn't a mere display of dominance, it was a deliberate public humiliation, a way of twisting the knife in both her and Dong Aigou's wounds. Yet, a flicker of perverse logic flickered within her.

"Why?" she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper. "What game are you playing, Wang Jian?"

A playful glint flickered in his eyes. "Oh, just a bit of improvisation," he teased, a hint of danger lacing his words. "Now, about that kiss. You have a decision to make."