Watching Zhou Yi quietly move behind her without making a sound, Jean Grey instantly turned around defensively, her eyes full of caution.
"What are you trying to do?"
"I just want to help, nothing else!"Zhou Yi's hand reached Jean Grey's arm, his fingers tracing along the elegant curve before gently wrapping around her hands.
The moment their palms touched, Jean felt as if she'd been burned. She instinctively tried to pull back, but Zhou Yi held her firmly in place, not letting her move. At the same time, his low whisper brushed against her ear.
"This is just teaching, don't be afraid. Follow me… slowly."His voice was low, magnetic, and dangerously close. Jean shrank back yet felt impulsively drawn in. She wanted to pull away from Zhou Yi's control, but the resistance she mustered was so faint it was barely noticeable even to herself.
So she could only be guided entirely by him — their fingers interlaced, working while sharing a subtle and intimate exchange.
Dumplings quickly took shape in their joined hands. The small kitchen triumph made Jean gradually stop resisting, and she started to ignore the heat behind her and the increasingly inappropriate motions.
By now, Zhou Yi's hands no longer stayed obediently on Jean's. Bit by bit, they wandered — sliding up her arms, drifting toward other places, lightly kneading as they moved.
His rough palms carried a teasing warmth. Just that slow rub alone sent shocks through Jean's nerves. Her body softened uncontrollably, and she slowly leaned back into Zhou Yi's chest. Naturally, he wouldn't waste such an opportunity.
Moments where Jean let her guard down around him were rare.
Taking advantage, Zhou Yi lowered his head and acted far beyond simple hand-holding.Jean's face instantly flushed scarlet. She jerked violently, trying to escape his hold, but Zhou Yi clearly wasn't planning to give her the chance.
He held her twisting body tightly — and pushed further.
It was like dropping a spark into a barrel of oil. Jean froze for a second, then struggled wildly, trying to break free. She even used telekinesis in desperation.
In that moment, Zhou Yi had no choice but to let go and step back.
Jean braced herself against the table, took a deep breath, then glared at him furiously."You— you've gone too far!"
"Really?" Zhou Yi scratched his face. Seeing she was truly angry, he immediately raised both hands. "Okay, okay— I'm sorry. My fault. I just… lost control a little. You know that."
"'Lost control'—? You think that explains this?" Jean shot back sharply. She glanced at the now–chaotic kitchen. "Whatever's left, finish it yourself."
With that, she stormed out. Zhou Yi could only look at the mess and her disappearing figure, sigh, and get to work.
Without the intention to tease anyone further, his speed shot up. Not only were his hands working, his telekinesis was helping as well. Whether it was the pan-fried beef dumplings, the steamed shrimp dumplings, or the bass dumplings simmered in chicken broth, everything was finally finishing up.
If Ororo or the others had seen this, they would immediately know Zhou Yi had been up to no good earlier. But he didn't care about covering it up now — not after nearly crossing the line with Jean. If things really blew up, he wouldn't be able to explain it to Ororo either.
Finishing the work as fast as possible, Zhou Yi used a weakened version of his super-vision to check on Charles and the others. They were still happily playing and had noticed nothing wrong.Jean, his real concern, was alone on a garden recliner, covering her face as if lost in thought.
Seeing this, Zhou Yi walked to the bar, poured two glasses of rum, and headed to her.
He placed one glass before her.
"I'm sorry, Jean. I went too far." Zhou Yi lifted his own glass. "I didn't realize you found me so hard to accept."
Jean silently picked up her glass and downed it in one go. After a moment, she finally spoke.
"No… it's not your fault. It's mine. I've been indulging myself too much."
She didn't give him a chance to interrupt — she simply continued.
"Our relationship… isn't as simple as what you have with Ororo. Rationally, I should stay away from you. It would be better for me — and for Ororo. But sometimes I lose control of myself. I can't… I can't control it."
"It's like there's another me inside, always whispering: take you, possess you…I can't control her. And you— you bastard— always take advantage of that weakness. So now I've decided. I have to restrain her. I can't keep indulging this!"
"I can't betray Scott. I can't betray Ororo. I just can't."
"Why not!"Zhou Yi suddenly spun the recliner, turning Jean to face him directly.
"You said all that — what are you actually trying to express? Your guilt? Your enlightenment? Or that you want to become some moral saintly nun?"
"Jean Grey. We're human, not desireless monsters. You have feelings for me. I have feelings for you. That's normal. Why suppress it? Why not indulge it? Because of some ridiculous moral code?"
"It's not ridiculous, Zhou Yi. We're impossible. You have Ororo, and I have Scott…"
"I don't care. I'll talk to Ororo. And Scott—? He's no match for me. Not in ability, not in love."
"You're insane. Ororo would be devastated. And who gave you the confidence I'd ever choose you over Scott?"Jean lowered her voice, disbelief coloring her tone.
"Because I follow desire — and I believe in myself. And I believe that in the end, you'll choose me too."Zhou Yi stared at her, laughing brazenly.
"Damn it— you're dreaming! Mmph—"
Before she could finish, Zhou Yi forced a kiss on her.
His move was aggressive and overwhelming. Jean's mind blanked instantly. And of course, Zhou Yi wasn't the type to show mercy — he pressed in deeply.
The boldness of it stunned Jean for a split second, then clarity struck. She tried to push him away, but in this situation, she couldn't.So she shut her eyes — and bit down. Hard.
The taste of blood filled both their mouths.
Zhou Yi was forced to stop. He pressed a hand over his lip, blood seeping, and smiled at her.
"So? Not a bad taste, right?"
"How could it be?! Are you insane? I honestly want to kill you right now."Jean felt her reason slipping completely. She had a frightening urge to actually kill him.
"Kill me? Are you sure? Is that really how you feel?" Zhou Yi asked with a smile.
Jean went silent.
Of course not.She understood her own body — too well.During that kiss, she couldn't deny it: she had drowned in it.Especially at the end, when blood and desire tangled together — she had felt an urge for more. Even now, she was still filled with a wordless craving.
But once again, she shoved that desire down.She didn't want to indulge Zhou Yi.She didn't want to indulge herself.The depth of that craving terrified her.
Zhou Yi could clearly see her fear. He gently wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth, but his attention stayed fully on her — provoking her further with words.
"Why not admit it? You have desire in your heart. Why suppress her? It's not fair to me, Jean."
Faced with his unrelenting pressure, Jean clutched her head helplessly, pleading.
"Please don't push me… I don't want to be like this. I just want to be a good woman. Why force me like this? Why?"
Her mental state was unstable. Zhou Yi could sense her power fluctuating — telekinesis shifting, rising toward deeper levels.The change was small and brief, but unmistakable.
It was the power of the Phoenix.The terrifying level-five mutant sealed deep inside her.
Seeing this, Zhou Yi could only lower his voice to soothe her.
He reached out and stroked her short red hair, gently and slowly, with tenderness.His voice softened too, deep and warm.
"Jean, I'm not pushing you. I just want you to see your own heart clearly. Believe me — you are a good woman. Only a good woman like you is worth me chasing without hesitation. I can take it slow. I'll wait until the day you accept me."
Maybe his comfort truly worked. Jean gradually regained her usual composure. She caught the hand near her ear and held it against her cheek, staring at Zhou Yi with deep, conflicted eyes.
"Give me some time, okay? I really don't know what I feel anymore. I don't know how to face it. So… give me a little more time."
Zhou Yi gently stroked her cheek and answered with a smile:
"Your wish is my command, my lady."
Jean blushed and let his hand linger for a moment before finally moving it away.
"I'm going to check on the kids. And… Ororo is probably coming back."
With that, she quickly walked away — almost like a guilty thief.
Zhou Yi touched his chin triumphantly.Though biting himself hurt like hell, the outcome was well worth it.
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