As the atmosphere crackled with tension, Tang Zhixi felt her heart race, each heartbeat amplifying her sense of desperation. The mere idea of Pei Xingcheng kissing another woman fueled an insatiable jealousy within her that she couldn't extinguish.
No, she couldn't let this happen, not when her feelings for him ran so deep. As she continued her frantic search, she passed through a closed door when suddenly, the door swung open. Before she could react, a strong hand shot out, wrapping around her wrist, and pulling her into the darkened space.
Panic coursed through her as the door slammed shut behind her. Before she could make sense of the situation, a strong hand pressed over her mouth, muffling her gasp. Her back hit the door, her heart racing furiously as she instinctively struggled against her captor.
