Chapter 2

The man in front of her had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his physique tall and slender, measuring about six feet three inches.

Even though Jinwu was wearing high heels, she only reached his shoulders, a stark difference in height.

As if to accommodate her, he bent his tall frame slightly, lowering his head towards her in a posture of humble submission.

Those captivating peach blossom eyes, deep and alluring, reflected her petite figure, like a whirlpool in the deep sea, threatening to draw her in, igniting a deep sense of intimacy in this neon-lit night.

Jinwu’s eyelashes fluttered, as if scalded, and she took a step back from the man’s embrace.

“You are…..”

She stared at him, a name, unexpected yet familiar, slowly solidifying in her mind, “Duan Shiyan?”

Every high school campus has a few legendary figures, widely known.

As the crown prince of the Duan family, the top financial tycoon in Beijing, Duan Shiyan was different from the praised, gentle, and excellent student council president, Fu Yulchen.

He was rebellious, unconventional, arrogant, and flamboyant.

Being late and skipping class was the norm for him. He loved to sport a striking silver-gray hair, and would skate around the corridors of the teaching building or the school grounds under the green lawn, defying all school rules with a carefree attitude.

Like an eternal, unsetting sun, his bright eyes always exuded a youthful, spirited, and arrogant aura, dazzlingly handsome.

Because of his powerful background, no one in the entire school dared to provoke him.

Jinwu was a top student in the school, a model student, and never thought they would have any interaction.

But in the second year of high school, when classes were divided, the person who never studied properly and often skipped exams actually scored in the top three of the year.

Not only was he in the same key class as her, but he also sat behind her.

He would often fiddle with the black dog pen he had secretly taken from her pencil case, playfully poking her back or playing with her hair, calling her “Little Monitor” in his lazy voice.

Later, due to a brawl, he was removed from the key class.

But his grades were unaffected, and he still followed closely behind her, ranking second.

With his college entrance exam scores, they could have been in the same university.

But on the day of the high school graduation ceremony, he was involved in a car accident and disappeared from their lives.

Now, he was standing before her, as if he had walked through a time corridor.

Just like that year, he was wearing a black and white school uniform, with a spirited look in his eyes, standing in the key class, watching her surprised expression.

“Yeah, it’s me.”

Hearing his name, the dark, burning light in Duan Shiyan’s eyes flickered, and the corners of his lips involuntarily curled up slightly.

He looked like a six-foot-three, stoic and cool guy, but his back seemed to have grown a dog’s tail, happily wagging, creating a whirlwind.

Duan Shiyan suppressed the urge to smile, his eyebrows lifted lazily and playfully, “Didn’t expect Little Monitor’s memory to be so good, you still remember me.”

The corners of his lips seemed to fail to hold back, a faint dimple reappeared on his right cheek, his voice tinged with laughter, soft and light, like a whisper, “Good.”

They were close.

Jinwu only had to raise her eyes to clearly see his now fully grown features.

The striking silver-gray hair had been dyed back to black, his sharp features, with strong facial features, were even more handsome and profound.

He had shed some of his youthful naivety, replaced by the mature and sharp edges of a man.

His taller physique was clad in a meticulously tailored black shirt, perfectly outlining his broad shoulders, the collar slightly open, revealing a section of his white collarbone.

His once sensual thin skin seemed to have grown along with him, becoming fuller, firmer, and more powerful.

Even with the shirt as a barrier, it couldn’t conceal the powerful yet understated lines and curves underneath.

Despite wearing a formal suit, he couldn’t suppress the wild and unrestrained wildness within him, still as proud and arrogant as before, full of youthful spirit.

It was the kind of free and unrestrained spirit that she had always secretly envied.

As if sensing her gaze lingering on him, the man tilted his head slightly, the smile in his eyes and eyebrows deepening.

As if he had excellent service awareness, he thoughtfully bent down again, making it easier for her to see.

Jinwu: !

Noticing his little action, she snapped out of her daze and quickly averted her gaze.

“Thank you for earlier.”

She treated his earlier suggestion as another joke, not taking it seriously, her words polite and distant, “You must have things to do, I won’t bother you anymore. I’ll…”

The word “see” was about to be uttered.

The man in front of her seemed to see something, abruptly stepped towards her, put his arm around her shoulder, and pulled her into his embrace. The refreshing, pleasant scent instantly surged towards her again.

“Shhh…”

Duan Shiyan reached out with his other hand, his index finger lightly placed against his lips, his single eyebrow raised playfully, “Your ex-boyfriend is out there.”

Jinwu: ?

Did she hear that right?

Fu Yulchen would actually leave his group of friends and come looking for her?

This was the first time in so many years.

Unfortunately, he was already comfortably lying in her blacklist.

Just as Jinwu frowned and was about to turn her head to look.

“Don’t look.”

His large hand had already covered her eyes, and the heat from his breath, as he leaned down, enveloped her ears, making the skin on her face tingle. “What if you make eye contact with him, and he thinks you miss him and wants to pester you?”

“Or do you want to see him?”

The man asked casually, but his arm around her shoulder tightened, his thick eyelashes cast a shadow over his eyelids, making him look dark and dangerous.

Jinwu’s frown deepened.

How could she possibly want to see such a scumbag!

Jinwu didn’t even think, she shook her head resolutely, “No, I don’t want to see him.”

“Good.”

The voice above her seemed quite happy, even tinged with a hint of laughter.

Duan Shiyan looked at the door where there was no figure, his thin lips curved slightly, his low, sexy voice, with that touch of persuasion, “Don’t worry, I’m here, he won’t catch up.”

As the words fell.

The next second.

Before Jinwu could react, her body was lifted off the ground, held by his strong arm.

Her white dress clung to his black shirt.

But the posture wasn’t a princess carry.

It was even more embarrassing, like holding a child, his arm went through the bend of her knees, making her sit directly on his forearm, facing him!

“Wait, wait a minute…”

She was suddenly held in his arms.

Through his thin shirt, the heat from his powerful waist and abdomen radiated, and all her verbal functions seemed to be instantly put on hold.

Jinwu instinctively reached out to hug his neck, her clear and beautiful face quickly flushed red.

She nervously shifted slightly.

His hot palm immediately pressed against the back of her neck, pushing her towards his own neck, his breath growing heavier, reminding her, “Don’t move, he’s looking.”

Duan Shiyan glanced at the door where Fu Yulchen wasn’t, his expression calm and composed, “We can’t just stand here, why don’t you come with me, I’ll take you home.”

“Don’t give the scumbag a chance.”