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The sharp ringtone sliced through the stagnant air of the room like a razor-sharp knife, causing both Li Zheng and Zhao Yang to flinch. They exchanged glances, each reflecting a hint of fear. The caller ID flashed “ Vice Principal Lu,” resembling a ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment.
“What the hell!” Li Zheng muttered under his breath, his muscular arms tensing with visible veins, like coiled dragons, revealing his inner anxiety. He quickly bent down to check Sun Yan's condition. She lay quietly on the bed, her breathing steady, but her face was terrifyingly pale, resembling a delicate flower battered by a storm, stripped of its former vibrancy.
Zhao Yang fumbled to tidy his clothes, his gaze darting around like a startled deer. “Should we call an ambulance?” His voice trembled slightly, betraying an almost imperceptible panic.
“Not yet,” Li Zheng said, gripping Zhao Yang's hand firmly, his strong arm acting like a vice. “If this escalates, it won’t be good for anyone.” His tone was deep and resolute, carrying an undeniable authority.
Sun Yan's phone rang again, the sound urgent and jarring, like a death knell that frayed nerves. This time, Li Zheng decisively pressed the answer button and switched to speaker mode.
“Sun Yan, where are you?” Vice Principal Lu's deep voice came through the phone, tinged with displeasure, reminiscent of an enraged lion ready to strike.
Li Zheng cleared his throat and deliberately lowered his voice, mimicking Sun Yan’s tone as he replied, “Principal Lu, I just finished showering and I'm feeling a bit unwell with a cold. I’m going to rest for now.” His voice was soft and alluring, so well imitated that it was hard to discern its authenticity.
There was silence on the other end for a few seconds as if Vice Principal Lu was contemplating something. “Alright then, take care of yourself. Remember to organize that material for tomorrow,” he said, his tone still low but seemingly less suspicious.
After hanging up the phone, both Li Zheng and Zhao Yang exhaled deeply, their taut nerves finally relaxing. However, the situation remained precarious. Sun Yan still lay unconscious; her meticulously applied makeup was slightly smudged but did nothing to diminish her allure. The snug knit top accentuated her perfect curves, rising and falling gently with her breath like turbulent waves at sea, stirring emotions within them.
Li Zheng’s gaze lingered on her figure; he swallowed hard as if grappling with something. Unable to resist, he reached out to gently stroke Sun Yan's smooth arm, savoring the delicate sensation that felt as soft as silk. “This woman is not simple,” he murmured in a low and husky voice laced with barely concealed desire.
Zhao Yang furrowed his brow in confusion. “What do you mean?”
Li Zheng stood up; his solid chest muscles were subtly visible beneath his shirt, exuding a potent masculine aura. “Haven't you noticed?” He paused briefly before continuing with a glint in his eyes. “She’s been too cooperative—unusually so.”
At that moment, Sun Yan suddenly let out a soft hum, her delicate fingers trembling slightly, like a butterfly about to break free from its cocoon, full of life.
Li Zheng and Zhao Yang immediately tensed up, their eyes fixed on her, filled with anticipation and unease.
Sun Yan slowly opened her eyes, her gaze somewhat dazed, resembling a lost fawn, filled with helplessness. "What... what happened to me?" Her voice was weak and faint, tinged with a slight tremor.
Instinctively, Sun Yan grasped the hand of Li Zheng, who was closest to her. Her soft hand clutched tightly around his larger one, as if it were a lifeline. Li Zheng felt the warmth of her palm and was overwhelmed with mixed emotions. "You fainted," he replied in a low and gentle voice, laced with an almost imperceptible concern.
Sun Yan tried to sit up but felt weak and fell back down. Her ample chest swayed gently with the movement, reminiscent of two ripe peaches, exuding an enticing aura that made one salivate. "I think... I'm a bit dizzy," she said in a frail voice, carrying a hint of childlike pleading.
Zhao Yang could no longer hold back and anxiously said, "I should call an ambulance!" His tone was firm and decisive, carrying an air of undeniable determination.
"Don't!" Sun Yan suddenly raised her voice but quickly softened again, like a frightened kitten filled with fear. "I'm fine; I might just be... too tired lately." Her voice trembled slightly, hiding an almost imperceptible lie.
Li Zheng's gaze flickered with a dangerous glint, like a poised leopard ready to pounce, radiating aggression. He leaned down, his strong frame nearly enveloping Sun Yan, the overwhelming pressure making her feel breathless. "Tired? Or worn out by Vice Principal Lu?" His voice was deep and magnetic, laced with a hint of mockery.
A flicker of panic crossed Sun Yan's eyes but quickly faded into calmness, like an unfathomable lake that eludes understanding. "Are you jealous?" she asked as she reached out to caress Li Zheng's sturdy arm, her voice carrying a seductive undertone, like a slippery snake coiling around his heart and mind.
Li Zheng scoffed coldly and seized her wrist; his strong fingers gripped like iron pincers, leaving her unable to escape. " Assistant Sun, you play this game so well; it can't be your first time," he remarked in an icy tone filled with sarcasm, like a sharp knife piercing her heart.
Sun Yan's expression suddenly became complex, filled with fear and dependence, like a lost child yearning for guidance and protection. She bit her red lip, hesitating to speak, resembling a budding flower full of mystery and allure.
Zhao Yang watched from the side with his heart racing; Sun Yan's current demeanor was both pitiful and enticing, making him want to protect her while also desiring to possess her—his heart was filled with conflict and struggle.
"I... I just wanted to..." Sun Yan's voice trembled, like a wounded little bird, filled with helplessness. "I don't want anyone to know..."
Li Zheng's gaze deepened, resembling a vast starry sky, full of mystery and the unknown. He could feel Sun Yan's body trembling slightly, but he couldn't tell if it was from fear or something else. His hand instinctively moved to her waist, feeling the astonishing softness, as pliable as a willow branch yet filled with resilience.
Just as the atmosphere grew increasingly ambiguous, Sun Yan's phone rang again, shattering the tension. This time it wasn't Vice Principal Lu, but an unknown number.
Sun Yan's face suddenly turned pale, her body shaking violently like a leaf caught in the wind, overwhelmed by fear and helplessness. She clutched Li Zheng's hand tightly, her nails digging into his flesh as if trying to transfer all her terror to him.
"Don't answer... please... don't answer..." Her voice was laced with dread, like a small creature trapped in a cage, filled with despair.
Li Zheng and Zhao Yang exchanged glances, both sensing confusion in each other's eyes. What seemed like a simple game of seduction appeared to conceal a much larger secret, like a massive whirlpool pulling them in.
The phone continued to ring, echoing in the silent room like the call of death, sending chills down their spines.
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