Disguised as a Man, She Has Eight Men Fighting Over Her

Chapter 55

Shen Qingrang’s eyes chilled behind his glasses. His thumb pressed lightly to the corner of her pursed lips.

“Little Cheng, whose name are you calling?”

Still asleep, Lin Cheng frowned and murmured indistinctly, “Don’t… kiss…”

His face darkened completely. His thumb pressed harder, draining her lip pale before blood returned in a deeper red.

“Xie Zhi?” He leaned close, his presence almost swallowing her.

“Did you two… kiss?”

Only her soft breathing answered.

His knuckles whitened.

“Chengcheng, I’m so upset.” Eyes closed, he rested his forehead against hers.

“Did you join Wild7 for him?”

“I’m so angry. So jealous…”

“What should I do?”

His lips nearly touched hers, but stopped at the final instant.

“Being good for too long… gets tiring too, doesn’t it?” he murmured with weary self-mockery.

—

When Lin Cheng woke, the living room was dark and faintly smoky.

Shen Qingrang lounged by the window with his eyes shut, a red ember flickering between his lips. Moonlight silvered half his face while the rest sank into shadow. Smoke softened his familiar gentleness into mature detachment.

Was he asleep?

Seeing the long ash about to fall, Lin Cheng carefully reached to remove the cigarette.

His eyes abruptly opened and captured her. Moonlight reflected from his lenses, hiding the beast crouched within them.

“Awake, Little Chen?”

He extinguished the cigarette.

“Mm… Sorry. Did I delay your rest?”

“Not at all.” His voice was gentle as ever.

“Brother Qingrang, are you in a bad—”

“Your phone is ringing. Aren’t you going to check?” he interrupted softly.

Her phone was vibrating inside the sofa. Had it fallen from her pocket?

Lin Cheng knelt on the leather cushion and reached into the gap. Her shirt rose, revealing a white waist, while loose jeans outlined a soft curve.

Shen Qingrang watched silently, endlessly turning the ring on his middle finger. Then he approached.

The screen lit as Lin Cheng retrieved it.

**Xie Zhi invites you to a video call.**

Her heart skipped. She tried to reject it.

“Why not answer, Little Chen?”

She started upright, but a hot, powerful hand covered her exposed waist and pressed her down. His cool ring settled precisely into the hollow of her back, making her shiver.

His other hand reached past her shoulder and accepted the call, covering the front camera at once.

“Hello? Baby?” Xie Zhi’s lazy, smiling voice came through.

Lin Cheng froze.

*It’s over.*

Shen Qingrang’s palm remained against her waist.

“The screen is black. Bad signal?” Xie Zhi asked.

Shen Qingrang bent over her, his chin brushing her hair, and whispered beside her ear, “Baby?”

Then he ordered, “Answer him.”

Lin Cheng forced her voice steady.

“The signal may be bad. I was looking for my phone.”

“Miss me?” Xie Zhi asked brightly.

The hand at her waist tightened; the ring dug into her skin.

She truly was finished.

Maybe she should claim she was gay later.

“N-no.”

The screen suddenly brightened as Xie Zhi switched on his light and rear camera.

Defined abdominal muscles appeared first, their V disappearing beneath a white blanket. A long-fingered hand held pale fabric.

Lin Cheng’s pupils contracted.

Her undershirt.

When had he stolen it?

That hand slowly dragged the cloth upward over his taut abdomen and chest.

His Adam’s apple moved at the edge of the frame. He inhaled, voice satisfied and impossibly seductive.

“It smells like baby.”

Lin Cheng had no attention to spare for the sight. Blood rushed to her face from humiliation—and because Shen Qingrang’s ringed hand suddenly clenched hard around her waist.

His breathing remained perfectly even, but the pressure radiating from him chilled her spine.

This was fatal.

Maybe she should simply die.

“Are you watching… baby?”

Lin Cheng knocked Shen Qingrang’s hand aside and ended the cursed call.

But his arm immediately circled her side. His chest pressed flush against her back. She tried to crawl away across the sofa, only for him to clamp her waist and lift her.

Everywhere they touched fit without a gap.