There are a lot of photos.
The student union was supposed to be taking close-up shots of the freshmen during military training, but in the end, the law department mostly took pictures of Ye Zhiwei.
Ye Zhiwei stands at attention.
Ye Zhiwei took a step.
Ye Zhiwei walked in the square formation.
Ye Zhiwei was drinking water while resting.
...
Each photo features a close-up of Ye Zhiwei.
Even in group photos, Ye Zhiwei was drawn to other things. In the end, she seemed to be a close-up in the lens. Even in military training uniform, she stood out from the group of students. Her temperament and appearance were bright and beautiful. While the others still had a student-like air, she seemed to be just a female celebrity who came to go through the process.
After the photo was posted in the group chat, the guy couldn't help but praise it.
But after praising her, most people couldn't help but add, "To be honest, she's really beautiful, but she's also really intimidating. I feel like a clown in front of her. I always feel inferior when I'm with such a pretty girl."
"Yes, she's really beautiful, and she's also really intimidating. If she were in front of me, I might not even dare to talk to her. She looks too much like one of those beautiful but arrogant young ladies from TV dramas. I can already imagine her giving me a cold look and asking me who I am!"
"There probably aren't many who would dare to pursue her, right? Putting aside her intimidating appearance, just think about her major—law. Are women from law schools easy to mess with? She might set a trap for me without me even knowing it—"
"..."
Jiang Jianian's fingers lightly touched the screen, through the cold screen.
Everyone was talking about Ye Zhiwei. Even though no one explicitly mentioned pursuing her, this situation was enough to make Jiang Jianian feel uneasy.
He knew she received a lot of attention, and he knew that even though some people hesitated to approach her, others were still drawn to her and eventually walked step by step to her side.
He always knew how attractive she was.
Ye Zhiwei will attract even more people, but she doesn't belong to him yet.
Jiang Jianian clenched his fists. The night was getting deeper, and a sense of insecurity, as if he was about to lose something, was nagging at his chest. Even though it was just something that hadn't happened yet, he couldn't suppress it.
Jiang Jianian finally couldn't restrain himself. He took out the key from the drawer, left the room, and went straight to Ye Zhiwei's room. Finally, he opened Ye Zhiwei's room.
Ye Zhiwei had been participating in military training for half a month. After returning to the dormitory, she thought that she hadn't slept well because of the poor relationship with her roommates. In addition, Tang Ke never kept quiet when putting on makeup in the morning, and she wanted to wake everyone up. Ye Zhiwei hadn't slept well. After eating and washing up today, she fell asleep after playing on her phone for a while.
It's rare that I didn't stay up late, and it's rare that I slept so soundly.
Jiang Jianian stood in front of Ye Zhiwei. He was such a cold and aloof person, devoid of any warmth, even his blood was cold. Yet, at this moment, he stared intently at Ye Zhiwei with burning eyes.
He wanted it so badly.
The more you suppress your desires, the more you want them; the more you want them, the less likely you are to get them. Even knowing that they are hard to obtain, you still want them and will do anything to get them.
"I really want to lock you up..." Jiang Jia suppressed his emotions, his voice so low that even he could not hear it.
"If you lock her up, then she can be mine, right?" The boy finally couldn't resist touching Ye Zhiwei's face.
Driven by desire, yearning yet striving to restrain it.
The cold fingers felt as hot as if they were on fire when they touched the girl.
Eyelashes, nose, and finally, pink lips.
Lock him up, then no one else can find him; he'll be the only one who belongs to him.
Jiang Jianian felt as if one of his feet had returned to hell. Once back in hell, he wanted to drag Ye Zhiwei down with him, to completely drag her into his world.
But Ye Zhiwei's words rang out again.
She might like you.
These seven words are simply too tempting.
Reason returned, and Jiang Jianian came to his senses from hell. He did nothing further, simply tucked Ye Zhiwei in, and then left.
The boy leaned against the door, bringing the spot where he had just touched Ye Zhiwei to his lips, and covered his eyes with his arm.
She might like me.
Jiang Jianian murmured those seven words again.
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