His presence was so heavy and imposing.
The silver pin in her hair trembled slightly as she moved. Her fingers, delicate and pale, instinctively reached up to touch the bun that was beginning to come undone. Her years of holding dignity and grace in front of others felt like evaporating...
Whoosh!
She darted for the bed, reaching for her phone lying on the sheets—her last lifeline.
Just as her fingers brushed the device, Wang Xiao's hand shot out, grabbing it easily, holding it just out of her reach.
"Hmm," he said lazily, twirling it between his fingers. "You know it's against the rules, Rui. No phones."
"Give it back!" Qian Ruixin's voice rose in frustration. "Xiao Wang, I'm warning you!" Her sharp tone masked the tremor in her words, but he wasn't fooled. She was always the older, but tonight, she felt small under his gaze.
Wang Xiao let out a low chuckle, inhaling the sweet, subtle scent of her.
