Chapter 2Half-Yielding at the Floor-to-Ceiling Window

The stranger waited, as agreed, in that apartment on the city’s edge; Jiang Zhi retreated into the dark corner, only watching, never touching. Cheng Yue pressed her against the floor-to-ceiling window and worked her up from the edge of her slip — lucid the whole time, lucidly “half-yielding,” lucidly kindled inch by inch by the domination foreplay under her husband’s gaze.