Manipulative Harem God

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!

It made two loud noises, especially piercing in the dark night.

"!!"

As the voice pierced the silence, their bodies instantly turned rigid, and their ears perked up involuntarily, straining to catch any further sounds.

In that tense moment, they remembered the presence of others outside their secluded sanctuary.

Being discovered now would spell disaster.

For a while, their hearts raced; even Zhang Wei didn't dare to stir.

"What's the matter, what is Xiaoxi doing in her room? It's noisy at night."

The old mother's voice, tinged with irritation, drifted through the door.

She had been on the cusp of sleep when the noise startled her awake.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I just knocked something over." Murong Jinxiang's voice quivered slightly as she hastily concocted an excuse, knowing full well that if her mother decided to investigate, they would be trapped.

The thought sent a shiver of fear through them.

"Don't be so noisy at night; go to sleep early," the old mother scolded, her voice heavy with sleepiness as she settled back into her bed.

"Okay, Mom, I understand."

After Murong Jinxiang's reply, she held her breath, waiting in the silence until she was certain the old mother had ceased to move.

Only then did she and Zhang Wei cautiously resume their tussle.

This time, although their movements were still intense, there was a mutual understanding between them.

They moved with a heightened sense of caution, acutely aware of the need to keep their actions silent and undetected.

Murong Jinxiang dared not kick wildly for fear of striking something else and creating noise.

Instead, she pushed against Zhang Wei's shoulders with both hands, determined not to let him get close.

Simultaneously, she managed to position her feet against his chest.

Thanks to her background as a dance major, Murong Jinxiang's flexibility was exceptional, allowing her to maneuver her body with remarkable ease.

With her foot firmly on Zhang Wei's chest, she effectively kept him at bay while delivering a forceful kick.

Caught off guard, Zhang Wei was propelled backward by her kick, stumbling a full half meter away.

In this situation, he felt utterly helpless.

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.