Wang Jiarong (1)

"And what?"

Before she could finish, Wang Xiao stepped inside, slow and deliberate, the door clicking softly shut behind him—like a hunter locking in his prey.

"??"

Jiarong froze. Her lips parted, but no words came out as he stalked closer.

Without warning—

Puchi!

"Ah—!"

Her voice strangled as Wang Xiao pinched her cheeks, forcing her into a ridiculous pout. Her wide eyes blinked furiously, the indignity of it all leaving her speechless.

Wang Xiao chuckled, his voice low, teasing. "See? You can't even fight back anymore."

He held her there, savoring her disbelieving expression, flushed cheeks, and helpless glare. Finally, he let go, leaving her blinking and fuming.

"...!"

Jiarong swatted his arm away hard, rolling her eyes so far back they nearly stayed there. "Get out! Or do I have to kick you out?"