Teacher Shen fell into his arms and Mr. Ji fell in love with him

He was rough and wild at first, but a night of passion had Shen Jiao savoring his passion. She reached out her snow-white legs and clasped them around his waist, softly laying out three rules: First, no overnight stays. Second, if he found someone, she’d leave. Third, their relationship was over. No money, no constraints, just the purest, primal desires of a man and a woman in the dead of night, tangled like a spiderweb. Once it was over, she’d pull up her skirt and turn her back on him. The next time they met, he was the chaebol heir, dressed in a suit and tie, dignified and reserved, reaching out: “Hello, Mr. Shen.” Shen Jiao gritted her teeth and urgently called a halt to their relationship, but he cornered her in the locker room, unable to escape. In this small space, he was the obsessive hunter, she was the delicious prey, his hardness crushing against his softness, heating up every inch. Outside, female colleagues were raving about his abs. Across the wall, Ji Yanchen locked her slender waist, grabbed the woman’s small hand and pressed it against his waist, his voice ambiguous and sexy, “If you want to escape, it’s too late.”