Weilan gasped, "Let go of me!"
Shen Weilan: "..."
Her body was scooped up in a classic princess carry, which would be the most wonderful experience in a romantic love story, but now her heart was pounding with nervousness, fear, and everything but sweetness.
Lu Hechen had quickened his pace, taking a few brisk steps down the stairs and through the hallway, carrying Weilan into the bedroom.
The door banged shut.
Weilan's heart tightened even more.
He laid Weilan down on the large bed, and as she stared wide-eyed, a shadow loomed over her, pinning her beneath him.
Her heart raced uncontrollably as Weilan dodged his gaze, "Let me go!"
But Lu Hechen lowered his head, fixing his eyes on her small, defiant, and embarrassed face.
He grasped her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.
Weilan was compelled to look into his eyes.
They blazed with fire, a conflagration fierce enough to consume Weilan completely.
