He kicked off his shoes and climbed straight onto the plush king-size bed, leaning back against the headboard.
Jiang Xiaoya immediately caught on, snuggling up to Lin Feng and resting her head on his shoulder like a little bird—total damsel-in-distress mode.
Then she turned to Zhou Xiaomeng, who was still frozen in the doorway, and gave her a sugary-sweet wave.
"Mengmeng, what are you standing there for? Come on over!"
She patted the empty spot beside Lin Feng, leaving zero doubt about her intention.
"Come sit with Brother! We'll watch the movie together!"
"Watch… watch a movie on the bed?!"
Zhou Xiaomeng stood in the doorway, trapped between staying and leaving.
Her cheeks burned hot, her heart hammering so hard it felt like it might leap out of her throat.
She'd never lain in bed with another man before.
Even with Chen Mo, things had never progressed anywhere near this far.
So the first man she'd share a bed with… wasn't her boyfriend, but a guy she'd just met in person for the first time today?!
"What, haven't you ever lain in bed with your boyfriend? You've got a boyfriend, so what's with the innocent act?"
Lin Feng leaned back against the headboard, idly twirling Jiang Xiaoya's silky hair in one hand, but his gaze bored through the dim lighting straight at Zhou Xiaomeng.
"I—I'm not acting! I really never have…"
Zhou Xiaomeng clutched her clothes tightly, her voice barely audible.
But Lin Feng cut her off.
"It's just a movie. I'm not asking you to strip down and sleep with me. Quit being so twitchy—it's boring! Go back if you want."
He waved his hand impatiently.
Classic bait-and-switch.
If Lin Feng showed even a hint that he wanted Zhou Xiaomeng to join them, she'd resist, clinging harder to her "innocence."
But flip it—act dismissive—and the green-eyed monster of jealousy would kick in.
"Exactly, Mengmeng! We're just here to enjoy a movie together. That's what private cinemas are for—super comfy!"
Jiang Xiaoya chimed in smoothly, lending her support.
"Yeah, it's just lying on the bed watching a movie. Nothing weird about that!"
Zhou Xiaomeng started convincing herself.
After all, she'd already sent him full-body photos and videos.
Even that symbol of purity, she couldn't see herself—he'd seen that too.
As long as nothing actually happened, it wasn't cheating.
No need to feel sorry for Chen Mo. Think of it as friends watching a movie together.
No big deal!
With that, Zhou Xiaomeng took a deep breath and made up her mind.
Quietly, she slipped off her little white sneakers, revealing dainty feet in white ankle socks.
Head down, she stepped in tiny movements onto the soft carpet and shuffled to the bed's edge.
Then, mimicking Jiang Xiaoya, she awkwardly climbed on and sat on Lin Feng's other side.
She didn't dare get too close, her body rigid as a plank, hands clenched on her knees, eyes glued to the old romance playing onscreen as she could merge into it.
A faint, girlish fragrance—mixed with shampoo—drifted into Lin Feng's nose.
He could clearly feel the tension and trembling of the girl beside him.
"Heh heh…"
Lin Feng chuckled low and stayed silent.
He shifted his arm around Jiang Xiaoya, pulling her tighter into his embrace.
At the same time, his other hand moved without hesitation, locking around Zhou Xiaomeng's soft waist.
"Ah!"
Her body jolted like a startled fawn, instinctively trying to pull away.
But Lin Feng's arm was iron-clad, leaving her completely immobilized.
"What now? Can you stop jumping at every touch?!"
Lin Feng's tone held a trace of irritation.
"N-no… nothing!"
Zhou Xiaomeng froze.
Through her thin T-shirt, she could feel his palm pressed to the soft flesh of her waist, its scorching heat seeming to burn her skin.
She could even feel his fingers lightly tracing slow circles, sending ripples of tingling itchiness across her skin.
Being held around the waist while standing felt totally different from this—lying in bed, locked in such an intimate pose.
Somehow, her heart raced nonstop, palms sweating.
Meanwhile, Jiang Xiaoya was already in full swing.
Like a docile kitten, she adjusted into a cozier position, curling entirely into Lin Feng's arms.
Her little hand grew restless, drawing idle circles on his chest, then boldly undoing the first button of his shirt and slipping her fingers inside to stroke his firm pectorals gently.
"Brother…"
Jiang Xiaoya's voice thickened with a soft purr. "Your chest muscles are so solid, Xiaoya loves it!"
Lin Feng felt her fingertips—soft as feathers—brushing with a playful warmth.
Her whole body pressed against him, full breasts squished to his arm, black-stockinged legs casually draped over his thigh. He could sense her enthusiasm and total willingness.
This girl was now the picture of ripe fruit ready for plucking. If he simply asked, she'd strip and move on him without a second's hesitation—her eyes would probably light up with excitement.
Lin Feng felt a quiet thrill. Jiang Xiaoya, this little wildflower, was thoroughly addicted.
On his left, Zhou Xiaomeng was a completely different story.
She was as tense as stone. Though her waist was firmly held, her upper body strained outward, her chest maintaining a good ten-plus centimeters' distance from his, radiating icy rejection.
Lin Feng knew rushing a girl like Zhou Xiaomeng—seemingly innocent but secretly hungry—was a mistake.
He had to go step-by-step, like boiling a frog with warm water, slowly breaking down her defenses and drawing out the primal fire buried inside her.
Once desire overpowered reason, that was the perfect moment to strike.
Move too fast, scare her off, and the whole plan collapses.
"Yeah? Let's see how solid your chest really is!"
Lin Feng's lips curved, and the hand resting on Jiang Xiaoya's shoulder slid down smoothly into the loose neckline of her T-shirt.
His palm traced that breathtaking curve downward, finally settling over a full, plush mound of breast, gripping it firmly.
The sensation was astonishingly soft yet springy!
Like holding a wobbly ball of jelly—warm, full, trembling slightly, as if it might spill from between his fingers.
This girl had developed nicely. First-class feel.