Seduction Strategy!

Fang Zhou had no idea how long he’d been in the room.

He could only wrap himself tightly in the blanket to fend off the cold, though his body was still bound by ropes, at least his fingers could move.

Endless darkness enveloped his world, devoid of any light.

Indeed, there wasn’t a single window here.

He consoled himself to sleep when tired and deal with things upon waking.

But when hunger woke him, the light still hadn’t come.

Qiao Sisi hadn’t visited, nor brought food.

It was as if he’d been forgotten…

Fang Zhou clutched the blanket, repeatedly thinking of interesting things.

Boredom and loneliness could truly kill a person.

Finally, sounds came from outside, voices reaching his ears.

“Fang Zhou, I’m here to see you.”

With a ‘click,’ the door lock seemed to open, and the door slowly opened, letting in a flood of light, eager to save him.

Qiao Sisi entered in a down jacket, smiling gently, standing silhouetted in the light.

The bright light almost brought tears to Fang Zhou’s eyes, but it quickly vanished as Qiao Sisi closed the door.

His fingers curled involuntarily, as if to hold onto the light, but it was in vain.

Qiao Sisi turned on a soft lamp, placing it on the table.

“Did the ropes hurt?”

Her tone was gentle, crouching by the bed, her hand sliding over the rope binding him.

Fang Zhou watched silently, not speaking.

But inwardly, he thought: You know it hurts, why not untie me?

The next second, as if reading his mind, Qiao Sisi took scissors from her bag.

“I’ll cut them off if you behave, okay?”

The ropes were indeed uncomfortable, Fang Zhou felt his skin nearly bleeding.

He nodded slightly, agreeing with Qiao Sisi.

She smiled satisfactorily, quickly cutting the ropes.

But before he could rejoice, she swiftly cuffed his hands.

“You!”

Fang Zhou opened his mouth, wanting to speak, realizing his thirst.

Hunger had masked it, making him ignore it.

“You know, I’m not as strong as you. What if you knock me out and escape?”

“I have to be cautious.”

Qiao Sisi smiled gently, her innocent face could deceive anyone, including Fang Zhou.

He was silent, surprised at her self-taught skills.

“I won’t run.”

He’d tried once and failed, he needed a new plan.

Besides, he estimated he’d been in the dark room all day, dehydrated and weak, how could he run?

But Qiao Sisi thought differently.

In her eyes, once a prey runs, it’ll try again unless she delivers a fatal blow.

But this was Fang Zhou, she couldn’t bear to die with him.

“I brought food, eat some.”

She opened a thermos, filling the room with enticing aromas.

Fang Zhou’s stomach protested loudly.

He turned away, rejecting the dog-training-like feeding.

A slap then a treat—wasn’t this dog training?

But Qiao Sisi’s words changed his mind.

“You can refuse food, stay hungry, but your sister’s condition is unstable. Don’t you want to see her?”

Mentioning Fang Wenjing seemed to flip a switch in him.

His eyes shifted, reconsidering.

He couldn’t die, especially now. Saving energy to outwit Qiao Sisi was wise.

So when she offered food again, he opened his mouth.

The rice’s aroma spread, awakening his ravenous stomach, demanding more.

Qiao Sisi smiled, feeding him, occasionally giving him warm water.

For a moment, Fang Zhou felt as if he were ill and Qiao Sisi was caring for him.

But it was an illusion.

After eating, Qiao Sisi cleared the dishes, leaving the lamp by him.

“Alright, you’re full, now it’s my turn.”

“You haven’t eaten?”

Fang Zhou looked up, puzzled why she hadn’t eaten first.

Wasn’t she torturing herself?

In the soft light, Qiao Sisi’s smile changed, her expression both shy and expectant.

Her face flushed, eyes tinged with red, her gaze alluring.

“This meal isn’t that meal.”

Then Fang Zhou saw her slowly unzipping her jacket, revealing her inner wear.

His eyes widened, stammering in surprise.

“You, you, why are you wearing that?”

Her figure was stunning, curves accentuated by the outfit, long legs alluring under a sheer skirt, black lace adorning it.

Any man would get a nosebleed at this sight.

Fang Zhou recalled a saying: Is this how you test a brother?

He forced his gaze away, trying to clear his mind.

Qiao Sisi chuckled, unabashedly removing her jacket, climbing onto the bed, straddling him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, leveling her gaze with his, her tone suggestive.

“I wanted to wear it, so I did.”

“Don’t I look good?”

Fang Zhou tried to answer, feeling something wet and tingling on his earlobe, making him itch.

The atmosphere grew intimate, something brushing his leg.

Her scent filled his senses, setting off alarms in his mind.

Not good! She’s using seduction!