Awakening the Phoenix Flow System after the breakup, I'm so happy!

Chen Yang sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Su Xiaowan, who was curled up in a ball on the large double bed.

"Why aren't you doing anything, Miss Su?"

He ripped off his tie and tossed it onto the bedside table beside him, leaving his shirt collar open and revealing his strong collarbone.

Su Xiaowan gripped the neckline of her sundress tightly, her face flushed red, and even the tips of her ears were dripping blood.

She was quite capable when she was making those harsh remarks in the car.

Now that things have really come to this, with real weapons at stake, her paper tiger courage has completely been exposed.

"I'm hot, can't I take it off later?"

Su Xiaowan stammered out a lame excuse, not daring to look Chen Yang in the eye.

She moved to the inside of the bed, trying to create some distance between them.

Chen Yang was so angry he laughed.

He knelt on the mattress with one leg, his tall body pressing down on her, forcing Su Xiaowan to the head of the bed.

The two were very close, and Chen Yang's warm breath brushed against her cheek.

"Weren't you being quite unrestrained in the KTV corridor just now, clinging to me and refusing to get down?"

Chen Yang picked up a strand of her hair with his long, slender fingers and circled it twice around his fingertips.

"Why are you acting like an innocent little rabbit once you're in the room?"

Su Xiaowan bit her lip, her eyes welling up with tears.

"Don't treat me like a child. Who's pretending to be innocent?"

She retorted defiantly, her small hands gripping the sheets beneath her tightly, her palms sweaty.

Chen Yang found her forced composure particularly amusing.

To win over this spoiled and somewhat rebellious little princess, you have to patiently wait and see.

The more you provoke her, the more she charges forward.

"Is that so? Then let me see just how ungrateful you really are."

Chen Yang loosened her hair and slid his fingers down her slender swan neck.

His fingertips traced her delicate collarbone and stopped on the thin straps of her slip dress.

Su Xiaowan shuddered in fright and instinctively closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling uncontrollably.

"Chen Yang, you dare?"

Her voice trembled violently, lacking any intimidating power; it sounded more like she was being coquettish.

Chen Yang ignored her bluff.

With a gentle flick of her fingertip, the pitifully thin silk shoulder strap slid down her rounded shoulder.

Large swaths of snow-white skin were exposed to the air.

The air conditioning in the room made Su Xiaowan shiver.

She quickly reached out to cover her chest and tried to pull her clothes up, but Chen Yang grabbed her wrist.

"Why are you hiding? You asked for this yourself."

Chen Yang placed her two hands on the pillow above her head; he could subdue her with just one hand.

"Didn't you say you were better than your mother?"

He lowered his voice and deliberately mentioned Yang Mi.

"She's much more proactive than you."

These words acted like a fuse, igniting all the resentment in Su Xiaowan's heart.

What she couldn't stand the most was Chen Yang comparing her to Yang Mi.

She couldn't stand Chen Yang saying she was inferior to Yang Mi.

"You're not allowed to mention her!"

Su Xiaowan didn't know where she got the strength, but she managed to break free from Chen Yang's hold.

She suddenly sat up, cupped Chen Yang's face in her hands, and leaned in without a second thought.

Her rosy lips clumsily nibbled at Chen Yang's lips, without any discernible rhythm.

This isn't a kiss, it's more like a puppy biting someone.

Chen Yang winced in pain, but instead of pushing her away, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist.

That waist is incredibly thin, and it feels wonderful to the touch—soft and bouncy, like it has no bones.

He let Su Xiaowan do whatever she wanted to his face.

After a while, Su Xiaowan ran out of energy and stopped, panting heavily.

She stepped back half an inch, her chest heaving, and proudly raised her chin.

"How about it? I'm not bad either."

Her lips were glistening with Chen Yang's saliva, exuding a captivating allure.

Chen Yang raised his hand to wipe the moisture from the corner of his mouth, looking at the clueless girl in front of him.

"That's what you mean by you being better than her."

Chen Yang shook his head, his face full of mockery.

"You can't even breathe properly, Su Xiaowan, that's all you're good for."

This sentence completely enraged Su Xiaowan.

Her inherent stubbornness was fully unleashed.

"Don't look down on me. I'll make you take back what you said today."

Su Xiaowan was going all out.

The smooth fabric slid down the graceful curves to the waist.

She closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around Chen Yang's neck, and pressed herself tightly against him.

Chen Yang's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

He wasn't a saint; it would be a lie to say he had no reaction to such a charming young woman throwing herself at him.

What's more, this is Yang Mi's own daughter.

The thrill of immorality fueled the fire in Chen Yang's heart to burn ever brighter.

He no longer held back, his hands sliding down Su Xiaowan's smooth back, firmly supporting her delicate frame.

Su Xiaowan cried out in surprise, her body going limp in Chen Yang's arms, completely powerless.

"Actually, you do have one advantage over her."

Chen Yang's voice was extremely hoarse, carrying a strong sense of meaning.

"Your skin is much softer than hers, like a freshly peeled egg."

Su Xiaowan felt weak all over; her reason had long since vanished.

She unconsciously twisted her body, making soft humming sounds.

"Then why did you say I'm not as good as her?"

She complained coquettishly, her tone full of grievance.

Chen Yang chuckled softly.

"It's tender, but I don't know if it can withstand any rough treatment."

Chen Yang stopped what he was doing and looked at Su Xiaowan, whose face was flushed.

"With your delicate body, it would be so embarrassing if you cried and begged me to stop later."

He deliberately provoked her with his words, wanting to see what other outrageous things she might do.

Su Xiaowan couldn't stand this kind of provocation.

Now all she can think about is proving herself to Chen Yang and outshining Yang Mi.

"Who's going to cry? Stop looking down on people."

Su Xiaowan reached out to unbutton Chen Yang's shirt in a fit of pique, but her fingers trembled so badly that she couldn't unbutton a single button for a long time.

The more anxious she was, the more that little button seemed to be working against her.

She was so anxious that her eyes reddened and a fine layer of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose.

"So eager, huh?"

Chen Yang joked as he took off his shirt and threw it on the ground.

His muscular upper body was completely exposed to the air.

Without an ounce of excess fat, his firm muscle lines exude a wild, powerful aura under the lights.

Su Xiaowan stared wide-eyed, and couldn't help but swallow hard.

I used to only notice his good physique through his clothes, but seeing him in person is a huge visual shock.

Seeing her infatuated expression, Chen Yang flicked her forehead with his finger.

"Have you seen enough? If you have, let's get down to business."

Su Xiaowan felt the heat from Chen Yang's body and realized something.

A hint of panic flickered in her eyes, and much of her earlier courage dissipated.

The small hand pressed against Chen Yang's hard pectoral muscles and pushed hard twice, but it didn't budge.

"Please, be gentle."

Her face was flushed, and her voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's buzz.

Chen Yang placed his hands on either side of her ears, watching her with a leisurely air.

"Weren't you pretty arrogant when you were taking off your clothes? Why are you scared now?"

Chen Yang deliberately lowered his body and rubbed his newly sprouted stubble against her neck.

"The person you just mentioned never complains of pain normally; she just likes this rough approach."

Chen Yang brought up Yang Mi, continuing to fuel her desires.

As expected, Su Xiaowan immediately gritted her teeth upon hearing this.

She forcefully suppressed her initial thought of backing down.

"That's because she's old, I'm not afraid at all."

She stubbornly retorted, but her arms were tightly wrapped around Chen Yang's neck, preventing him from backing away.

But her trembling legs had already betrayed her nervousness.

Chen Yang leaned down, his warm lips pressed against her ear, his breath hot against her earlobe.

"If you're not afraid, then you'd better grit your teeth and hold on."

He continued downwards.

Su Xiaowan immediately gripped the bed sheet beneath her.

"Chen Yang, tell me the truth, who is better?"