Chapter 6

There wasn't a night that went by where he didn't dream of Giang Khe; whenever he dreamed, his desire surged fiercely.

Since childhood, Mac Vien had never had any reaction to anyone until he met Giang Khe.

He didn't even know how he felt about her.

Did he just want to be with her to release his desire, or did he genuinely have feelings for her?

But for now, Mac Vien just wanted to be with her. If, after achieving that, he still felt the same way, Đm, he fell in love with her.

Giang Khe was not from City B; her family lived in a third-tier city, quite far from City B.

In her house, there was only her grandmother left; her parents had passed away long ago.

Although she had no parents, Giang Khe was well-raised by her grandmother, and their family situation wasn't too difficult because her grandmother owned a row of guesthouses for tourists.

When she came to City B to study, Giang Khe chose to live in the school dormitory and took up part-time jobs to earn some money to help her grandmother.

At 7 p.m., Giang Khe was on her way back to the dormitory from her job at a milk tea shop.

While walking, she was lost in thought; she hadn't seen Mac Vien much lately and wondered what he was up to.

He had been pursuing her for four months, and she seemed to have developed some feelings for him.

The next time they met, she was sure to give him an answer.

Giang Khe kept hoping for a future filled with love with Mac Vien.

Little did she know that someone was following her from behind.

The milk tea shop where she worked was located behind the school, and there was a small shortcut from her workplace back to the dormitory.

To save time and effort, Giang Khe chose this small path.

Not knowing, she would run into trouble.

"A…"

Her mouth was suddenly covered, her eyes widened, and she struggled incessantly.

"Mmm… Hel…p…"

She couldn't manage to call out for help properly, and her strength gradually waned.

Just when Giang Khe thought she was doomed, the person holding her suddenly let go.

Thud...

Then, a hand grabbed her arm, pulling her to the side. The person rushed over and punched the attacker repeatedly until he fled.

Giang Khe stood to the side, her face pale with fear, her heart pounding in her chest.

When she saw the bad guy had left, she stuttered, "Th...thank you."