```
"You... you... you can't really be..." Wen Meimei felt her whole body bristle as he stared at her, involuntarily moving to the side, ready to bolt at any moment.
Qiao Chengxun stretched out his long arm, wrapped it around the girl's slender waist, and with a forceful tug, easily pulled her into his embrace.
Wen Meimei felt the world spin around her as she was suddenly imprisoned tightly by the man. A faint fragrance wafted into her nose, and the enchanting scent of the man enveloped her.
In a daze, her breathing became difficult.
Damn it...
Qiao King of Hell you bastard!
The girl struggled fiercely, but the man's arms were too strong, and she couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried.
Gradually, her heart sank.
But soon, she noticed something strange.
His heartbeat was very chaotic, seemingly uneasy.
At that moment, a breeze blew across, carrying a few yellow leaves with it. One of them, falling gently onto the girl's black hair.