The room was electric with tension as Tang Zhixi found herself captivated by Pei Xingcheng's gaze. Her trembling hands rested on his chest, feeling the rapid pulse beneath her fingertips, a tangible reflection of the emotions swirling in his eyes.
It terrified her to be so close to him, for she knew that if he advanced any further, she would be unable to resist him. "Please, stop..." she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.
Each word was a desperate attempt to fight against the love that enveloped her heart. She yearned for his touch, his embrace, yet she knew she needed to maintain distance from him. This struggle wasn't merely for her sake, but it was for his well-being as well.
Pei Xingcheng stared at her closely, unfazed by her plea. A smile broke across his face, his confidence oozing as he leaned in closer. "Why should I?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "You need to be punished."
