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Zhao Yang's heart raced as he caught sight of Li Zheng, the sound of his heartbeat echoing like a drum in his ears. Instinctively, he wanted to turn off the screen displaying Ding Yuanyuan's figure, but it was too late. The glow from the screen illuminated his face, as if revealing the hidden desires lurking deep within him.
Li Zheng's gaze was sharp and unyielding, fixated on the phone in Zhao Yang's hand. His expression shifted like the weather before a storm, dark and unpredictable. The air in the dormitory felt thick and suffocating, filled only with their heavy breaths that wove together into a tense melody.
"Do you enjoy looking at these?" Li Zheng suddenly flashed a knowing smile, his strong physique casting a shadow in the dim light, resembling a predator lying in wait. His tone was calm yet edged with danger, like a poisoned dagger aimed directly at Zhao Yang's most vulnerable spot.
Zhao Yang found himself momentarily speechless, cold sweat forming in his palms, damp and clammy like holding onto ice. He hadn’t expected Li Zheng to react so calmly; this only heightened his unease, making him feel like prey under the gaze of a venomous snake, unable to move. He licked his dry lips, his throat constricting as he struggled to find his voice.
"In fact... I’ve known for a while that you have feelings for Ding Yuanyuan," Li Zheng said leisurely as he sat down on the edge of the bed. His muscular frame was subtly visible beneath his T-shirt, exuding strength like a poised cheetah ready to spring. He crossed his legs casually, yet an invisible pressure radiated from him.
Zhao Yang frowned, anxiety gnawing at him as if an unseen hand had gripped him tightly. "What kind of deal?" he managed to squeeze out, his voice dry like a traveler in a desert yearning for water.
"Don’t you want Ding Yuanyuan?" Li Zheng’s lips curled into a playful smirk, his eyes glinting with cunning like a wily fox. "I can help you." His tone was flippant yet carried an undeniable certainty.
At that moment, the dormitory door swung open again. Ding Yuanyuan appeared in the doorway, her graceful figure resembling a blooming poppy—beautiful yet dangerous. She wore a fitted white dress today that accentuated her slender waist and highlighted her full curves, radiating an intoxicating allure.
"What are you two talking about?" Ding Yuanyuan blinked innocently with her large eyes, her long lashes fluttering like delicate fans, captivating those around her. Her gaze flitted between the two men with curiosity and intrigue, akin to a nimble cat observing its surroundings.
Li Zheng rose and walked over to Ding Yuanyuan, placing his large hand naturally on her soft waist; the touch was warm and smooth like fine silk. Ding Yuanyuan shivered slightly but did not pull away. She looked up at Zhao Yang, her eyes sparkling with an elusive light reminiscent of stars twinkling in the night sky.
"We were talking about you," Li Zheng said in a deep, magnetic voice laced with ambiguity, much like whispers shared between lovers.
Ding Yuanyuan's lips curled into a charming smile, resembling a blooming rose, vibrant and alluring. "Oh? What are we talking about?" Her voice was sweet, thick like honey, drawing one into its embrace.
"Zhao Yang, do you know?" Li Zheng's tone suddenly turned icy, like the biting wind of winter. "Ding Yuanyuan has actually known all along that you were secretly filming her." His words detonated in Zhao Yang's mind like a bomb.
Zhao Yang felt as if struck by lightning, staring incredulously at Ding Yuanyuan, his eyes filled with shock and panic. He felt exposed, like a lamb stripped bare before the crowd, with nowhere to hide.
Ding Yuanyuan let out a light laugh and gracefully stepped away from Li Zheng, gliding towards Zhao Yang like a noble peacock displaying her charm. She leaned in closer, her sweet fragrance enveloping him with a hint of temptation that made his heart race. "Did you really think... you could threaten us?" Her tone was soft yet laced with mockery, like a sharp knife piercing Zhao Yang's pride.
It dawned on Zhao Yang that he had fallen into a meticulously crafted trap, like a fly caught in a spider's web, struggling deeper with every attempt to escape.
"That video..." Zhao Yang stammered, his voice trembling like an injured creature emitting a helpless whimper.
"We let you film it on purpose," Ding Yuanyuan said, her red lips parting gracefully, each word striking Zhao Yang like bullets. "Did you think... I wouldn't know I was being filmed?" Her tone carried a hint of amusement, akin to a hunter toying with its prey, relishing the thrill of control.
Li Zheng stepped behind Zhao Yang, his imposing figure radiating pressure like a mountain, making it hard for Zhao Yang to breathe. "Now, let's talk about the real deal."
At that moment, the sound of high heels echoed from outside the door—crisp and rhythmic, like an enchanting melody. Sun Yan entered with seductive strides, her voluptuous figure subtly outlined by her professional attire, exuding the allure of a mature woman.
"It seems I've arrived just in time," Sun Yan said with a sultry smile, her bright red lips resembling ripe cherries that tempted one to taste. "Are we all ready?" Her voice was filled with seduction, like a beautiful serpent enticing its prey.
Zhao Yang realized he was not only trapped but completely surrounded, like a cornered beast with no escape. His heart raced—not just from fear but also from an inexplicable thrill—as if he were caught in a dangerous game stimulating his nerves.
"What do you want from me?" Zhao Yang forced himself to sound calm, struggling to control his trembling voice while failing to mask the turmoil within.
Delicate fingers gently traced Zhao Yang's chest, the touch slick and smooth, like a slithering snake teasing his nerves. "Haven't you always wanted me? Now... the opportunity is right in front of you." Her tone was ambiguous, laced with a hint of seduction, like a candy-coated bomb enticing Zhao Yang toward the abyss.
Sun Yan leaned elegantly against the doorframe, a meaningful smile gracing her lips, her eyes sparkling with cunning light. "But this opportunity... comes at a cost."
Li Zheng patted Zhao Yang's shoulder from behind, the pressure steady yet carrying an undertone of warning. "You need to help us with something."
Feeling the pressure from the three of them, Zhao Yang's heart surged with an indescribable thrill, like a flame igniting his reason. He knew he was being drawn into a dangerous game of power, and the stakes were everything he had.
"What is it?" Zhao Yang heard his voice tremble, like a leaf swaying in the wind, ready to be blown away at any moment.
Ding Yuanyuan leaned closer to his ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe, sending tingles throughout his body like an electric current. "Help us... deal with Vice Principal Lu Man."
Zhao Yang's pupils dilated sharply, like a startled rabbit, his entire body tensing. Lu Man, the Vice Principal who wielded power in the academic world—what did they want from him?
Just then, the lights in the dormitory suddenly went out. In the darkness, he felt Ding Yuanyuan's soft body press against him as she whispered in his ear, "Are you willing... to join us?"
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