Chapter 56: Poor Tom Cat

Because of the bold words that Zhou Mi uttered, Chu Fei momentarily lost control of the steering wheel. Forced to slam on the brakes, the car shuddered violently before coming to a halt in the desolate wilderness.

“Are you trying to scare me to death?” Zhou Mi shot an annoyed look at Chu Fei, still shaken by the sudden fright.

“I don't know who’s scaring whom. I need a Shen Linglong to calm my nerves,” Chu Fei muttered. But where would he find a Shen Linglong cigarette out here in the wild? Left with no other option, he took out an ordinary cigarette instead. Just as he was about to light it, Zhou Mi snatched it away and, right in front of him, broke it in half.

“No smoking,” she declared.

“What?”

“If you smoke, I won’t be able to taste anything,” she replied.

Chu Fei was momentarily at a loss. Then he caught Zhou Mi’s gaze—soft and inviting—as she crooked her finger at him. “Come here,” she beckoned.

He moved toward her as if bewitched.

As soon as he leaned in, Zhou Mi pressed her lips to his in a fleeting kiss, light as a dragonfly skimming water. “See? This is much better—no smoke, and so sweet, just like strawberries.”

“I had a strawberry-flavored filter earlier,” Zhou Mi explained with a playful glint.

“Are you allergic to romance or something?” Chu Fei retorted, half exasperated, half amused.

Fine, if it’s romance she wants, romance she shall have. Now that Chu Fei understood Zhou Mi’s tricks, he played along, quickly catching the rhythm—he was quite gifted in this regard.

“But, Fourth Senior Sister, I didn’t get to taste what flavor your lips are.” He paused, feigning innocence. “I mean, I’d like to try again.”

He was about to push his luck when Zhou Mi fixed him with a glare, forcing him to back down.

Only when she saw she had Chu Fei under control did Zhou Mi retrieve a candy from her purse. She popped it into her mouth, biting down gently, then looked at Chu Fei with tender eyes, her gaze perfectly on cue. “Now my mouth tastes like strawberries too.”

“Can I try it?” Chu Fei asked.

“But I’m afraid if you quit smoking, you’ll get addicted to me instead. What then?” she teased.

Chu Fei’s lips curled into a smile he could barely suppress.

And Zhou Mi leaned in again, kissing him once more.

She had planned to toy with him a little longer, like a cat playing with a hapless Tom, but she’d forgotten one crucial detail: she was playing with fire, and in front of her was not a harmless Tomcat, but a real tiger ready to pounce.

Chu Fei turned the tables.

Moments later, as they broke apart, the air between them crackled with electricity.

“It seems you’re the one getting addicted, Fourth Senior Sister,” Chu Fei laughed softly, eyes glinting with mischief. He was deliberately provoking her now.

Zhou Mi, realizing she’d been caught in her own game, felt a surge of annoyance. She refused to let herself lose the upper hand!

Startled by her boldness, Chu Fei sucked in a sharp breath, but his composure quickly returned. With a perfectly straight face, he chided, “Fourth Senior Sister, please have some self-respect!”

Zhou Mi wasn’t exactly inexperienced, even if she’d never actually “eaten pork,” she’d seen plenty of pigs run. Besides, she was a master of performance.

“You never answered my question earlier,” she said.

“I’ve read some literature on the subject,” Chu Fei replied.

“Oh?” Zhou Mi leaned in, feigning curiosity. “Then… do you know what to do? Why don’t you teach your Fourth Senior Sister?”

Chu Fei was well aware she was teasing him on purpose. She loved seeing him frustrated, powerless to do anything about it.

After all, as fellow disciples, they were bound by a blood contract. If they dared cross the line without first breaking the contract, Chu Fei would die on the spot. The thought made him grumble inwardly—whether it was the blood contract, fate-altering rituals, or that damned black box, why did everything in his life have to be entangled with vice?

“Alright, I surrender,” Chu Fei raised his hands. “I can’t outplay you—please, stop bullying me like this…”

The more he feigned weakness, the more amused Zhou Mi became. It reminded Chu Fei of his earlier ruminations about his own peculiar tastes—he always claimed they were just an act, yet she seemed to be taking things far more seriously.

“It’s too late to surrender now,” Zhou Mi said, her performance flawless, right down to playing the shameless seductress.

Seeing Chu Fei look all nerves and no nerve, she grew even more pleased with herself, letting loose a stream of wicked words. But she didn’t get to gloat for long.

Chu Fei stopped playing by the rules.

How dare he? Had he forgotten about the blood contract? Before Zhou Mi could object, Chu Fei took charge, unrestrained and forceful.

Feeling the heat of his breath against her lips, Zhou Mi panicked. For all her bravado, she was more innocent than she let on—she’d never really experienced anything like this. Overwhelmed by his advance, she soon melted, her resistance crumbling.

“I can’t…” she pleaded, voice trembling.

Chu Fei could only laugh, half scolding, half teasing.

This time, it wasn’t Chu Fei who lost control, but Zhou Mi herself. The powerful surge of male energy filled every inch of the confined space.

Tears welled in Zhou Mi’s eyes, all traces of her earlier arrogance gone. Now she was as vulnerable as a lamb awaiting the butcher—pitiful and endearing.

“Calm down, Little Junior Brother,” she whimpered. “If you go any further, you’ll die!”

“Then let’s die together!” Chu Fei replied, reckless and unyielding. He was determined to teach this audacious Fourth Senior Sister a lesson—if living was just a feeling, he’d rather die tomorrow, so long as he had his fill today.

But Zhou Mi would never allow real harm to come to him. Regret and fear overtook her, and she pleaded desperately, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry—spare me, have mercy!”

Chu Fei ignored her pleas and bit her shoulder in playful revenge.

This couldn’t go on—or so Zhou Mi thought, finally capitulating, “Please, have mercy, Little Junior Brother, I beg you…”

“Then you’ll have to help me,” Chu Fei replied, releasing her at last, his smile as sly as ever.