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The footsteps outside instantly froze the atmosphere in the room. Zhao Yang quickly pulled Ding Yuanyuan into the cramped space of the wardrobe, while Li Zheng and Sun Yan silently positioned themselves by the door.
Inside the narrow confines of the wardrobe, Ding Yuanyuan's soft body pressed tightly against Zhao Yang, almost melting into his embrace. The scent of jasmine emanating from her, mingled with the lingering traces of their earlier intimacy, filled the confined space and made Zhao Yang's heart race uncontrollably. Ding Yuanyuan's breath lightly brushed against his neck, trembling slightly, her warm exhalation teasing his senses. He could feel her full chest pressed firmly against him, soft yet resilient, stirring a whirlwind of desire within him.
"Who is it?" Zhao Yang whispered, his voice hoarse with tension. He could sense Ding Yuanyuan trembling slightly, like a frightened fawn.
"Shh..." Ding Yuanyuan gently placed her finger on Zhao Yang's lips, her eyes reflecting a hint of panic. Her long eyelashes fluttered as if they might shed tears at any moment.
The footsteps outside grew closer, finally stopping right in front of the door. Then came the sharp sound of keys turning in the lock—crisp and jarring in the stillness of the night.
"Damn it, it's the Dormitory Matron!" Li Zheng cursed under his breath, frustration evident in his tone. His muscular frame was tense, like a beast poised to pounce.
Sun Yan quickly adjusted her professional attire and elegantly sat at the desk as if nothing had happened. Her ample bosom rose and fell with each breath, and the curves beneath her black suit were tantalizingly visible. She crossed her long legs, adding an extra touch of allure.
The door swung open, and the Dormitory Matron peeked inside. "Why are you still awake at this hour?" Her sharp gaze swept across the room as if trying to uncover every hidden secret.
"Good evening, Auntie," Li Zheng replied with a hearty smile, making an effort to appear nonchalant. "We were discussing tomorrow's research topic."
The Dormitory Matron regarded Sun Yan with skepticism before turning back to Li Zheng. "Girls aren't allowed to stay overnight in boys' dorms; you know the rules." Her tone was calm but carried an undeniable authority.
"I'll leave right away," Sun Yan stood up, her high heels clicking against the floor like a melodious tune. Her waist swayed gently as she moved, captivating all of the Dormitory Matron's attention. The fitted suit accentuated her rounded curves, making it hard not to steal another glance.
At that moment, Ding Yuanyuan in the wardrobe suddenly felt a wave of heat wash over her. The drink laced with drugs began to take effect; her body became extraordinarily sensitive as if an electric current coursed through her veins. She bit her lip, struggling to suppress a moan that threatened to escape her lips. A faint blush crept across her fair skin, resembling a rosebud on the verge of blooming.
Zhao Yang sensed something unusual about Ding Yuanyuan. His hand involuntarily brushed against her waist, feeling her body tremble through the thin fabric. Ding Yuanyuan's breath quickened, her fingers gripping Zhao Yang's shirt tightly as if she were holding onto a lifeline. He could feel her waist, soft and slender, as if he could wrap his hand around it completely.
The Dormitory Matron finally left, and the atmosphere in the room became ambiguous once more, filled with a strange fragrance that stirred their hearts.
"The effects of the medicine have begun," Sun Yan said with a meaningful smile, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Now, you can go get the documents."
Zhao Yang pushed open the wardrobe door, and Ding Yuanyuan softly collapsed into his arms like a docile kitten. Her cheeks flushed, her gaze dreamy, and the heat radiating from her body beneath the white slip dress was enticing. Zhao Yang could clearly feel her curves—soft yet resilient—igniting a fierce fire within him.
"Let's go," Zhao Yang said, wrapping his arms around Ding Yuanyuan's waist, reveling in her softness and filled with a sense of conquest.
Li Zheng's gaze lingered on Ding Yuanyuan, his robust physique exuding an oppressive aura, like a beast ready to pounce on its prey. "Remember, if you dare to play tricks..."
"Don't worry," Zhao Yang interrupted him confidently. "I know what to do."
Under the night sky, Zhao Yang and Ding Yuanyuan made their way to Vice Principal Lu Man's office. Under the influence of the drug, Ding Yuanyuan's body became extraordinarily sensitive; each step sent shivers through her as if she were walking on clouds. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, the curves beneath her white slip dress shimmering in the moonlight like waves on a turbulent sea.
"Zhao Yang..." Ding Yuanyuan's voice carried a hint of pleading, filled with helplessness. "I feel so uncomfortable..."
Zhao Yang stopped in his tracks and pulled Ding Yuanyuan into a secluded corner where shadows danced among the trees as if concealing them. His hand caressed her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin, tingling sensations coursing through his fingertips.
"Just hold on a little longer; it will be over soon," Zhao Yang said gently yet firmly, as if giving her strength.
At that moment, footsteps echoed in the distance, growing clearer as they approached. Both Zhao Yang and Ding Yuanyuan froze in place as if immobilized by an unseen force.
"Who is it?" A familiar voice rang out, carrying a hint of authority that sounded particularly jarring in the stillness of the night.
Zhao Yang's pupils dilated sharply—this was the voice of Vice Principal Lu Man.
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