Jiang Shuyao was lost in thought the whole way, passing through rows of protective netting along the edge of the sports field. Leaves fell from above, hitting her without pain or itchiness, until the sound of footsteps approached from behind, snapping her back to reality.
Her mind froze for a split second, and then she was forcefully pulled aside.
The yogurt in her hand dropped to the ground with a "thud."
He was panting, sweat covered his forehead, and his eyes, dark as deep wells, seemed ready to swallow her whole.
Jiang Shuyao, whose emotions had just settled, felt waves of anger surge again as she glared at Pei Yan. "Are you crazy!"
The wind, carrying his scent, intruded arrogantly into her lungs. His hand pressed against the protective netting behind her, trapping her in a confined space, his dominant posture blocking all her escape routes.