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Lin Yi’s expression grew increasingly grim.

The more brazenly the other party acted, the more terrified he became that those old recordings might still be in their possession.

“Professor Lin Yi, what’s wrong? You look unwell,” Yun Ling asked with concern.

“It’s nothing, Miss Yun Ling. I probably haven’t been sleeping well these past few days.” Lin Yi forced a smile.

“Then you should hurry back and rest, Professor Lin Yi. Today was just about getting acquainted with Professor Shen Xixi. There’s plenty of time ahead.”

Lin Yi quickly stood up, while Shen Xixi had already slipped into her high heels, her long, alluring eyes glinting with triumph.

Yun Ling bid them farewell, escorting them to the office door.

From the doorway, she watched their retreating figures, unable to shake the feeling that something was off.

But it couldn’t be anything serious!

After all, Professor Lin Yi was a warm and tender-hearted man!

The treasure of the entire company!

Everyone adored him. If anyone dared to mess with Lin Yi, she, Yun Ling, would be the first to object—summoning the twin-headed 🐉 if necessary,

ready to fight to the death today!

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After leaving the office,

Lin Yi hurried away, heading to the restroom to splash water on his face and clear his mind—while also shaking off Shen Xixi.

But the moment he stepped inside,

a slender figure appeared in his line of sight, sauntering in and leaning against the white tiles, tilting her head with a wicked grin, her gaze scorching.

Lin Yi gritted his teeth.

“Shen Xixi, this is the men’s restroom.”

“But there’s no sign forbidding women from entering,” Shen Xixi replied without a trace of shame or hesitation.

“So you want to watch me use the toilet?”

“I don’t mind. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before. I’m just curious if it’s grown. Let me take a look.”

Lin Yi was at his limit.

This woman was a full-blown perverted sadist!

Shameless, devoid of morals, ruthlessly capable, and driven solely by her own twisted pleasure—a walking sack of yellow filth!

She’d always been like this, but now she was even worse!

Under the heat of her gaze, Lin Yi ultimately decided against giving her a show.

“Shen Xixi, what the hell do you want?”

“To fuck you.”

The word “fuck”—a highly action-oriented noun, often used as a verb.

The restroom mirror reflected Shen Xixi’s alluring silhouette, her curves accentuated by the snug fit of her outfit, her legs sleek and toned—the very image of a tall, mature beauty.

Draped in a black trench coat, she wore a white blouse beneath, the top button undone, revealing her tempting collarbone and a hint of cleavage that strained against the fabric, as if the middle button might burst at any moment. A black pencil skirt hugged her hips, while sheer stockings encased her long, shapely thighs.

But Lin Yi was in no mood to appreciate any of it, his frustration reaching its peak.

Shen Xixi’s gaze, brimming with undisguised hunger, locked onto him as she smirked, running the tip of her crimson tongue over her lips, glistening with allure.

Lin Yi was powerless, like an adult cornered by a child wielding a gun.

He could easily overpower the child—but he couldn’t risk whether the gun was loaded.

What if Shen Xixi really had kept those recordings?

What if she still had those videos of the two of them lost in reckless passion?

If that bullet fired, Lin Yi didn’t dare imagine the fallout.

But he still had one last weapon—a trump card that could send Shen Xixi storming away in fury.

He raised his left hand, the glint of the ring on his ring finger catching the light.

“Shen Xixi, I’m married. I love my wife.”

Yet the reaction he expected never came. Shen Xixi didn’t fly into a rage or leave in a huff.

Her face betrayed no displeasure, her gaze eerily calm.

As if Lin Yi’s marriage was the most trivial matter in the world.

She stepped closer, the sharp click of her heels against the tiles ringing in the air, closing the distance until she was nearly pressed against him.

With a single, effortless push, she pinned Lin Yi against the wall, one arm caging him in as she leaned forward, her upper body flush against his—so close that the soft curves of her chest flattened against him.

Lin Yi could feel the warmth of her body, and he tried to resist, pushing back with his hands.

In an instant, Shen Xixi seized his wrists, redirecting his grip to her slender waist.

This madwoman’s strength was as absurd as ever!

Resistance was futile.

In this world, women were naturally 50% stronger than men—and this lunatic was another 50% stronger than the average woman!

“Don’t struggle, Lin Yi. Don’t push me. If you piss me off, I can’t promise what I’ll do to you in this restroom,” Shen Xixi whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

Defeated,

Lin Yi’s hands stilled, shifting from resistance to reluctant compliance, his fingers trembling as they loosely grasped the ends of her coat’s belt.

She leaned in, her lips brushing his right ear as she exhaled softly, sending a shiver down his spine—like an electric current, tingling and paralyzing.

Her voice, laced with amusement, ghosted over his skin:

“Don’t worry about whether a man has a wife. A goal scored past a goalkeeper is the most thrilling kind. Besides, a married man is just extra points.”

Lin Yi’s pupils constricted.

Damn it, she really was a freak!

A faint smile played on Shen Xixi’s lips as she watched the emotions flicker across Lin Yi’s face, her fingers trailing lightly over his abs before hooking into his shirt and slowly lifting it—stopping just short of revealing his chest.

Suddenly, male voices echoed from the hallway outside:

“Did you hear a woman’s voice in the restroom?”

“Are you insane? No woman would go into the men’s room—that’d be peeping. How perverted can you get?”

Lin Yi moved fast, yanking Shen Xixi into the nearest stall and locking the door just as the two men entered.

He mouthed a single word.

Shen Xixi understood—foot.

She wrapped her arms around him, pressing herself against his thighs and tucking her feet in.

The sudden contact of her soft body and the rush of her fragrance overwhelmed him, more intense than the wall pin ever was.

Plush, supple, intoxicating.

Shen Xixi gazed at him with that faint, detached smile, her arms looped around his neck.

Unrestrained, unrepentant, she shifted her weight, her hips pressing against him—

Lin Yi shot her a warning glare.

She ignored it, doing as she pleased.

Damn it!

This wicked woman!!

He couldn’t afford to make headlines tomorrow for being sexually harassed by a woman in a restroom!

His wife would cry her heart out!