Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 520: Crawling under the Sheets?

Murong Jinxiang stretched her hand out, desperately trying to wrench free from Zhang Wei's iron grip, but she couldn't escape.

Instead, she pressed her hands firmly against his, channeling her frustration into her grip.

Every so often, she would disgustingly amplify her strength, taken aback by Zhang Wei's shameless brutality.

Uncertain of what Zhang Wei might do next, she remained frozen, her body tensed in fear of provoking his wild ferocity.

Thus, they sat locked in a tense stalemate.

At that moment, Zhang Wei was captivated by the woman before him, seeing her as nothing short of enchanting.

He restrained himself, though, too afraid that any further action might cause Murong Jinxiang to scream, which would compel him to silence her violently.

Yet, he found it impossible to completely halt his actions.

After enduring this tense atmosphere for over ten minutes, Zhang Wei shifted to sit behind her and softly blew on her neck.

Feeling a ticklish sensation spread across her body, Murong Jinxiang struggled to turn around and, with a voice trembling like the last leaf of autumn, she pleaded Zhang Wei.

"Xiaowei, please, let me go."

Zhang Wei only felt that she was fragrant like a blue orchid, and her fragrance penetrated his nose.

He became intoxicated, seeing her face flush red with spring waves in her eyes, sparkling seductively.

There was an unspeakable charm; Zhang Wei noticed that she did not intend to cry out for help.

Overcome by impulse, he embraced her tightly and they collapsed onto the bed. With a swift movement, he positioned himself atop her.

"!"

Murong Jinxiang's panic surged. From somewhere deep within, she mustered unexpected strength, reached out, and shoved Zhang Wei away, desperately trying to sit up.

Before she could regain her posture, Zhang Wei pushed her down again, cradling her delicate face in his hands, and leaned in, intent on stealing a kiss.

"!!"

Murong Jinxiang shook her hair desperately to prevent him from succeeding.

She kept kicking her legs.

Her legs were too long and she used too much force, accidentally bumping into the edge of the bed.

Thud!

To overpower a woman, he would need to exert significant strength, which could invariably harm her—a risk he was unwilling to take, especially with others nearby.

Thus, the current stalemate ensued.

Bathed in the moonlight filtering through the window, Zhang Wei noticed Murong Jinxiang pursing her lips in a complacent smile.

This observation instantly bolstered his confidence.

It seemed she wasn't truly angry.

If that was the case, he thought, what was there really to fear?

Let's continue.

This time, Zhang Wei opted for cunning over brute force. With a swift backhanded move, he grasped one of her ankles, his fingers gently stroking the soft underside of her foot.

Gradually, he began to tickle her, his movements calculated and teasing.

Murong Jinxiang's expression shifted dramatically as her body began to squirm.

She quickly covered her mouth, stifling any involuntary sounds caused by the intense ticklish sensation.

Seizing the moment, Zhang Wei tightened his grip on her hands, pushed her back onto the bed, and positioned himself atop her.

Once Murong Jinxiang had a chance to process her situation, she realized that any serious resistance would require thrashing her legs, which would undoubtedly cause a loud commotion. Reluctantly resigned to her situation, she whispered earnestly.

"Xiaowei, you want me to live like this in the future. If you're like this, I can only jump off the building when you're gone to prove my innocence."

"..."

Zhang Wei abruptly released her and furrowed his brow; he deeply disliked when girls threatened to jump off buildings.

Should he perhaps throw this one to demonstrate the seriousness of such a threat?

"Xiaoxi, why are you still talking instead of sleeping at night?"

Their voices, though hushed, were still audible to the old mother, who now interrogated her with a fiery tone.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I was just sending a message to Qi Xiang."

Murong Jinxiang swiftly covered Zhang Wei's mouth while simultaneously offering her explanation.

"It's been hours, and you're still messaging? Don't you know I'm a light sleeper? It seems like you really don't want me to get any rest."

The old mother's voice rose sharply, filled with exasperation and irritation.

Initially, she had harbored a quiet resentment towards Murong Jinxiang for not having been pregnant, but now she seized the opportunity to air her grievances without restraint.