With the click of a locking door, Lin Zhiyi knew without turning around who was approaching as the tea canister in her hand fell to the ground and rolled away.
After rolling for a bit, the canister finally stopped before a pair of men's leather shoes.
Lin Zhiyi hastily tried to pick it up, but a pair of hands from behind caressed her waist. They were like cold, poisonous snakes, wrapping tighter and tighter.
Eventually, he trapped her in front of the tea table, and his scorching breath spread from the top of her head to her ear slowly, throwing her breathing into disarray.
His lips brushed against her ear, his voice restrained with a trace of amusement,
"Do you enjoy being led by others?"
His breath, like feathers, tickled Lin Zhiyi's ears.
She desperately wanted to escape, but the slightest movement resulted in an even more intimidating presence pressing down behind her.