Xia Weiyi looked up, and to her dismay, it was Xu Zhiye; he seemed to be haunting her!
He was staring at her intensely, his gaze like that of a predator locking onto its prey, filled with a deep possessiveness, his eyes swirling with strong emotions.
Xia Weiyi had intended to curse at him, but seeing how he was looking at her, she decided it was better not to stir up trouble. She averted her gaze, pretending not to recognize him, pursed her lips, and walked past him.
But just as Xia Weiyi was passing by, Xu Zhiye suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist. He pushed her against the restroom wall, his sturdy body squeezing tightly against hers, rendering her unable to move.
Xia Weiyi frowned, glaring at Xu Zhiye with burgeoning anger and pushing against his body. But how could the strength of a young girl match that of a grown man?
