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The air was thick with the delicate scent of roses, a fragrance that hinted at both love and danger, wrapping the space in an intimate, almost suffocating embrace.

Her mood plummeted, sinking like a stone in deep water.

"…"

Her expression darkened, a storm brewing behind her eyes.

She was young, but far from naive.

Click!

She snapped her head around at the sharp sound, her pulse quickening as she saw Wang Xiao calmly locking the door.

He moved with a deliberate slowness, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he nonchalantly tossed the keys through the narrow gap beneath the door, sealing their fate with a casual flick of his wrist.

Mei\'s breath caught in her throat, shock and confusion gripping her like a vice, rendering her motionless.

The ease with which he had trapped them, the way he discarded the key as though it were nothing—every action spoke volumes, a silent message that sent her heart racing with a wild mix of fear and disbelief.

"Brother... what are you doing?" Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling with unspoken dread.

His eyes locked onto hers, darkening with a sinister gleam as his lips curled into a malicious smile. "Don\'t worry," he murmured, his tone dripping with cold assurance. "I just wanted to ensure we wouldn\'t be disturbed."

He didn\'t approach her, instead, he drifted past her like a shadow.

The room was modest in size, but the luxury was subtle.

A transparent wall dominated the front, revealing the darkened world beyond.

To the left, a pristine white bed lay neatly made, its crisp sheets untouched, while further left, a door led to the washroom, a silent witness to whatever was about to...

He halted at the edge of the bed, turning slowly to face her, his gaze lingering on her like a predator sizing up its prey.

"!"

Mei stood there trembling, feeling as though the ground beneath her feet had vanished.

Her face, usually so full of life, drained of color as fear tightened its grip around her heart.

"Don\'t... do this," she whispered, barely recognizing her own voice.

Her hands balled into fists at her sides, the sharp pain from her nails digging into her palms a bitter reminder that this was all too real.

She forced herself to meet his gaze, but her resolve wavered as she watched him unbuckle his belt with a maddeningly calm expression.

Why is this happening? He can\'t really mean to... But the cold, predatory look in his eyes told her everything she needed to know.

"Do this?" Wang Xiao echoed, a cruel smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "It\'s not up to you to decide, little Mei."

Her heart pounded painfully as he began unbuttoning his shirt, each click of the buttons like the ticking of a clock counting down to something... Terrible.

She tried to force her feet to move, to do anything, but it was as if they were rooted to the ground.

No, this isn\'t right. He can\'t do this. I have to stop him.

As he shrugged off his shirt, revealing a chiseled form that should have inspired admiration, all Mei felt was dread.

Her gaze fell to the floor, her voice trembling as she forced the words out. "I won\'t let you... I won\'t let you do this!"

She had made up her mind—she would stop him, somehow.

Even if she was terrified, even if her body was frozen with fear, she couldn\'t let him take this from her.

"Won\'t let me?" Wang Xiao chuckled darkly, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming. "And how exactly do you plan to stop me, Mei?"

Her mind raced, searching for something, anything that might reach him and he would come back to his senses. "You already have a wife... and a daughter," she blurted out, her voice cracking. "Don\'t you think this is wrong? Don\'t you care about them?"

His eyes flashed with something unreadable, but he didn\'t stop.

He moved closer, until he was nearly upon her.

The scent of jasmine, her scent, filled the air between them, intoxicating and dangerous.

"Wrong?" he repeated, as if the word amused him. "You think morality can stop me? I fear nothing. I can do anything I want, to anyone, at any time. So tell me—why should I care about right or wrong?"

Panic surged through her, but she tried to stand her ground. "Because this isn\'t who you are," she said, desperation lacing her words. "The brother I know wouldn\'t do this. He wouldn\'t need to."

"Is that so?" He was so close now that she could feel the heat radiating from his body. If she turned her head even slightly, their faces would touch.

Her breath hitched, fear mixing with the scent of jasmine in the air.

No, no, no. I can\'t let this happen. I have to do something. Anything.

But as he shadowed over her, she realized just how small, how powerless she was against him.

Her heart hammered in her chest, each beat louder and more frantic than the last, like a wild rabbit trapped with no way out.

And still, she didn\'t dare look at him, knowing that if she did, she might lose whatever courage she had left.

He traced a finger slowly over her face, the touch deceptively gentle, as if he were savoring the moment.

Leaning in closer, his breath ghosted over her skin, sending goosebumps down her skin. "The brother you know...?" His voice was a low murmur, filled with mockery. "Then... I think you\'ll only find disappointment."

In an instant, his hand shot up to grip her chin, his fingers digging into her skin as he prepared to force her to turn her head toward him. His intent was clear—he was going to take what he wanted, starting with her lips.

"Susie!" Mei cried out, desperation lending her speed and strength.

Like a gust of wind, she twisted free from his grasp, her movement fluid and panicked.

She dashed to the door, her heart pounding as her fists collided with the wood, each beat against the door a frantic plea.

"Kari!" she screamed again, her voice raw as she hammered against the door, hoping, praying that someone would hear her.

Wang Xiao stood there, momentarily stunned, his hand still hovering where it had been gripping her moments before.

The Mei he remembered—the girl who had once been so obedient, so fragile—would never have dared to defy him like this.

He could have done anything to her without facing consequences.

But this... this tall, grown woman, fiercely pounding on the door, calling for help without hesitation—did she not realize the danger she was inviting by making so much noise?

Was she so blinded by fear or had she truly grown this bold?

His gaze flicked down to her long legs, a sigh escaping his lips as he watched her futile struggle. "It seems she\'s really grown... even in courage," he muttered to himself, a strange admiration in his voice.