Chapter 761: Chapter 758
He abruptly seized her wrist, pinning her against the wall, his towering figure overshadowing her.
“Leave? Where else do you think you’re going?”
He had held back all night and, finally seizing the moment, his speech slowed, his gaze exceptionally deep.
He was like a beast that had captured its prey, slowly torturing her.
Li Zaijun was so unnerved by his deep gaze that she quickly averted her eyes, stammering, “What, where else? Didn’t you tell my brother you were taking me back to school?”
To her surprise, as soon as she spoke, he scoffed lightly, “Alright then.”
With that, he scooped her up in his arms and, ignoring her astonished cries, carried her towards the bedroom.
“Hey, wait, what are you doing? This isn’t the way to school!” Li Zaijun kicked and flailed.
“How is it not the way to school? The rose petals in the bathtub are all ready for you. Tonight, I’ll thoroughly teach you how to study.”
Her mind buzzed as the words sank in.
She struggled furiously to get away from him, but he still carried her inside, her face alternating between red and white from fright. As they entered the bedroom, Little Zaijun clung desperately to the doorframe with her little hands.
But how could her slender arms and legs resist a man over six feet tall, especially one who was a military academy graduate?
Shen Lin’s lips curled slightly, revealing a hint of mockery as if he were laughing at her futility.
He pinned her against the wall and freed a hand to slowly peel her fingers from the doorframe, one by one.
In the end, amid Li Zaijun’s screams, she was ruthlessly, decisively carried into the bathroom of his bedroom.
In the spacious bathroom, the air was filled with a faint scent of flowers, and the misty lighting was somewhat dreamy. On the washstand, there lay a lavender incense, with bright red rose petals floating in the large bathtub.
The man’s cajoling voice rose continuously, skillfully tempting her.
On the smooth white wall, shadows of clothes being tossed to the ground were cast.
The young girl continued her desperate struggle.
Yet it was all in vain. Amidst her cries, he picked her up and placed her into the warm bathtub.
Afterward, he turned around, shut the door, and with a click, locked it.
When he returned, his hands went to his shirt. His slender fingers began unbuttoning his shirt one by one, and he said ominously:
“Calling for someone is useless, even your brother. He’s already agreed that you are mine.”
“No, it can’t be, my brother won’t allow you to do this… he’ll kill you…”
She was soaked in the bathtub, her hair damp and clinging to her delicate face, her large eyes wet as she gazed at him gasping for breath.
To her words, he simply chuckled lightly, licked his lips, and stepped closer. Bending down, he pinched her fair little chin, his gaze deep and fiery as he scrutinized her from his superior vantage point before speaking slowly:
“Do you think your brother doesn’t know you’re already mine? If I were to leave you, that’s when your brother would come to duel with me…”
As he spoke, his eyes wandered before settling on her lips.
His look was meaningful, almost driving, heating her cheeks to a burning red.
As his face drew ever closer, she became tense and stuttered—