She was quickly forced to enter.
As soon as Shen Lin entered, he grabbed her wrist, his hand carrying the food, and slammed the door shut behind him.
Li Zaijun was so frightened that she struggled incessantly, retreating further into the dorm room:
"I, I’m telling you, don’t come any closer, or else, or else I—"
She said in a flustered hurry, then simply picked up a wooden chair and raised it, threatening him:
"If you come any closer, I’ll smash you with the chair!"
However, after she said this, Shen Lin just stared at her and kept walking towards her without stopping.
He said calmly, "Go ahead and smash."
Li Zaijun’s eyes widened in disbelief, he...
"I, I’m serious, don’t come any closer, this chair is made of solid wood, it’s, it’s really painful if you get hit...!"
She threatened again.
But he just looked at her unblinkingly, and said unhurriedly, "It’s okay, just smash away."
Seeing him continuously approaching, Li Zaijun’s heart panicked even more: "I, I’m telling you, don’t think I won’t dare...!"
As she spoke, she suddenly lifted the chair, ready to smash it down on him.
Shen Lin truly didn’t dodge.
But just as the chair was about to hit him, stopping only a centimeter away, she suddenly stopped.
Clenching the chair tightly, her breath became disordered.
She just looked at him, her eyes filled with restrained complexity.
"Why didn’t you smash?"
Shen Lin didn’t even blink as he asked her.
Li Zaijun couldn’t help but bite her lip hard: "..."
She couldn’t say a word.
The two of them just looked at each other, their gazes intermingling with the emotions in their eyes.
The next second, Shen Lin snatched the chair from her hands and pulled her tightly against him.
She exclaimed as she collided with his solid chest, and he, with his tall and strong build, directly cornered her at the desk beneath the bunk bed.
Caught in between, with no escape, the space suddenly became cramped, making her feel as if her breath had thinned.
His gaze was too intense, making her whole body warm.
Li Zaijun involuntarily looked away, lowering her head.
But then, she felt him lean over slightly, his warm breath on her ear.
Her breathing nearly stopped.
His magnetic voice lightly resounded by her ear:
"You can’t bear to do it, can you?"
At his words, Li Zaijun’s petite body stiffened in an instant.
Sensing her body tense up and her silence, his eyes flickered slightly, and at last a faint smile crept up his lips.
He leaned down, lifted her small face, and kissed her cheek.
She immediately covered her cheek with her hand, her fingers trembling as she pointed at him, her fair little face reddening with both shame and anger.
Shen Lin’s lips continued to curve with a faint smile, acting as though nothing had just happened, and he placed the delivered food on her desk: "Here, hurry up and eat something."
Then he opened the plastic bag and took out a box from inside—hm?
Why does it smell foul?
Seeing his expression, Li Zaijun felt somewhat relieved in her heart, can’t stand the smell, can you?
But the next second, she saw him pinch his nose with one hand, his handsome face contorting in disgust as he said, "Li Zaijun, did you order shit for yourself?"
At his words, Li Zaijun was just about to get angry, but then, as if she had thought of something, she suddenly—