chapter 2

She suddenly widened her eyes and sat up abruptly.

Looking around, she saw nothing.

She threw the pen away, pulled back the thin blanket, and placed her fair feet on the ground, reaching for the badminton racket.

Her hand was still in the air when suddenly, "snap!" the lights went out!

Abruptly, a tall figure approached her.

Avril was horrified, her eyes wide open.

Suddenly, a scorching hand grabbed her wrist.

"Don't make a sound!" The man's voice was low as he covered her mouth with one hand and pinned her down with his heavy body.

His hot breath sprayed on her face, carrying a strong smell of alcohol.

"Mmm—" Avril's mouth was covered, unable to utter a word, she could only stare at him in fear. In the darkness, she couldn't see the man's face clearly, only feeling his handsome profile, tinged with a hint of loneliness, and his eyes, dark and shiny, filled with killing intent!

Who was this person? She had never seen him before!

How did he get in? This was the fifteenth floor!

Avril was astonished!

Did he jump from the balcony of the opposite building? She seemed to have seen him flying over from the opposite side.

There was a distance of over three meters between the two buildings!

This person was too bold, almost reckless!

The man suddenly let out a muffled groan, apparently aggravating his wound. The smell of blood grew stronger, and Avril felt the clothes on her ribs soaked, sticking to her body.

Also, the smell of blood on him was too strong. Could he... be chased by someone?

"Mmm—" Avril became more and more frightened as she thought about it!

Wanting to kick him with her leg, but he vigilantly used his two strong legs to control her.

His scorching large hands imprisoned her small hands, making her unable to move at all.

On a midsummer night, she was alone, wearing only a black tank top and shorts. At this moment, their bodies were completely pressed together. She could feel the heat of the man's body, as well as the powerful muscles on his arms, pressing her, making it hard for her to breathe.

She struggled desperately twice.

He pressed her down, impatiently growling, "Don't make a sound!"

Avril suddenly felt a cold object pressing against her waist.

It's a gun!

This man has a gun!

Avril's heart skipped a beat, and cold sweat oozed out of her back.

She shrank her body in fear, not daring to breathe. Her heart pounded as if it would jump out of her chest.

"Don't move!" The man's ice-cold eyes were full of intimidating light.

His eyes were particularly bright, as if all the stars in the sky had fallen into his eyes.

His scorching skin pressed against her.

Although he was scorching hot and scary, she felt a terrifying murderous intent emanating from him!

"Mmm—" She nodded desperately. "I won't move... or make a sound. You, hide in the closet, don't... involve me!" She said stuttering, but he still understood.

The man's long, narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, deeply looking at her.

Apparently, he was a little surprised by her reaction.

To be able to respond rationally in the middle of the night, being held by a strange man, was quite impressive.

Her eyes were bright and clear, shining like a pool of water, sparkling like a star under the moonlight. These eyes were beautiful, like peach blossoms, slightly upturned at the corners, a bit naughty, a bit charming, extremely beautiful.

"Let go of me!"

The man stared at her, the cold light in his eyes deep and profound, as if contemplating.

But, at this moment, his deep and intimidating eyes suddenly became confused, staring at her eyes with desire. He suddenly shook his head, and the confusion in his eyes disappeared, becoming clear again.

However, in less than two seconds, his eyes began to lose focus again, and his body began to become restless.

"Mmm—" Avril felt that something was wrong with him. She kicked and struggled desperately. In her heart, she cursed silently, damn it! Has this man been drugged?!