Jiayi's wrist tightened suddenly, and before she could react, a forceful pull came.
She stumbled forward and fell into his arms.
"What about school? Unless you specified in the contract that you wouldn't accept any other location."
He just wouldn't let her get up, speaking in a deep voice, deliberately near her ear.
He realized he had become addicted to her.
The white student T-shirt, wrinkled and rumpled from the struggle, hung loosely at the neckline.
From his top-down perspective, he could see everything that was to be seen.
The predatory gaze of the man, akin to a leopard on the hunt, made her sense danger, and she reflexively struggled, her hands flailing more fiercely.
Fuck, he cursed inwardly, his handsome face taut, his voice suddenly even lower and more gravelly, "Don't move. If you behave, I'll just hold you for a while and that'll be it, but if you struggle recklessly, I can't guarantee what I might do."
