Shen Yifei's POV
March 18, 20xx — 04:59 AM
Longwan University — East Sector, Upper Courtyard
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He collapsed without a sound... whispering that stupid one-liner.
One second, John Wang was upright—his chest rising in slow, pained breaths, his fists still clenched like he hadn't realised the fight was over. Next, he was falling forward, the tension finally gone, legs giving out like a folding chair that someone kicked at the hinge.
I caught him.
It wasn't graceful.
My feet dragged, boots scraping across cracked stone as his weight hit me full.
His body was greasy with sweat, heat bleeding into me through my chest and arms, the scent of smoke and blood clinging to every inch of him.
"Idiot," I muttered. Not with malice. Just... instinct.
His thick scent.
His needlessly handsome face.
His exposed chest with muscles that were almost imaginary level.
All of it...
Turned me on!
