In a rage that was almost animalistic, the man in the floral shirt let out a roar like a wild beast.
"Fuck, I'm going to kill you today."
The floral shirt man slapped at Chen Qiuwan.
"Dean of Instruction, be careful."
Chen Mo had been on guard for this bastard's move, and with a shout, he wrapped his arm around Chen Qiuwan's waist, his body swiftly turning to avoid the floral shirt man's slap.
Chen Qiuwan's heart raced non-stop, snuggled in Chen Mo's embrace, feeling his firm chest. Looking at Chen Mo's handsome face with thick eyebrows and bright eyes, she felt her face flush and heart throb.
As their gazes met, Chen Mo's eyes were so deep, his nose so perfectly straight, and his facial features were without a single flaw.
Especially in the moment of danger, when Chen Mo drew her close to him, Chen Qiuwan felt her long-dormant girlish heart pound uncontrollably.
Chen Qiuwan's face turned red unconsciously.
