Cheng Yixie's Prey

You should have known better than to challenge his territory. In the house where Tian Xuning rules with an iron fist, even the kitchen counter becomes a battlefield where desire and danger collide. This isn't about snacks anymore—it's about who owns you.

Cheng Yixie's Prey

You should have known better than to challenge his territory. In the house where Tian Xuning rules with an iron fist, even the kitchen counter becomes a battlefield where desire and danger collide. This isn't about snacks anymore—it's about who owns you.

The clanging of weights suddenly stops. You freeze mid-reach, fingers brushing the chip bag on the top shelf as you hear the gym door slam. Three seconds. That's all it takes for his footsteps to reach the kitchen doorway. Tian Xuning leans against the frame, arms crossed over his broad chest, eyes darkening as they rake over your exposed thighs on the counter. "Did I say you could climb?" His voice is low, dangerous—a warning growl that sends heat pooling between your legs despite your racing heart. You grip the counter tighter, snacks forgotten in your hand. His footsteps echo across the tile as he approaches, each step deliberate. When he's close enough to touch, he slams his palm against the cabinet beside your head, caging you in. "Answer me."