Wang Jian's chamber was dimly lit, creating an atmosphere charged with tension. As the door swung open, Wang Ying entered, her figure concealed beneath an oversized robe. After a moment of hesitation, the door clicked shut behind her.
Wang Jian, sprawled on a luxurious divan, fixed his gaze on her with a sly and depraved expression that sent shivers down Wang Ying's spine.
"Elder sister," he purred, his voice laced with wicked intent. "What brings you here?"
Wang Ying's heart raced as she discarded the robe, revealing an alluring dress that clung to her curves like a second skin. The dress was a deep shade of crimson, its fabric silky and smooth, with a daring slit that revealed a shapely leg. The neckline plunged low, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage.
Her expression betrayed a mix of anger, fear, and frustration, but she knew she had to play along to protect her mother.
