It was the calm before the storm.
At noon, Lu Ning went to the washroom alone.
On the way back from the washroom, an arm suddenly dragged her behind a corner.
Before she could react, a large hand covered her eyes. Lu Ning was about to struggle when suddenly caught a faint whiff of sandalwood; she was stunned.
Her eyes were covered in darkness, so she could only reach out and touch the hand in front of her. At the same time, she asked, "Teacher Huo?"
She wanted to peel his hand away, but he was strong, so Lu Ning gave up after trying twice. Her eyes were covered, and her hearing seemed to have become more sensitive.
His heavy breathing filled her ears, and she could even smell a trace of blood.
Lu Ning subconsciously felt that something was wrong. "Are you alright?"
As soon as she finished speaking, he suddenly pulled her in. Her back bumped into his arms, and she heard a muffled groan.
