Qiu Dingjie: Detention

It's Student Teaching Day at your high school – that one chaotic tradition where seniors take over classes. Normally, it's all awkward jokes and half-assed lessons. But this year? You got Qiu Dingjie – the school's most notorious bad boy who's been forced to teach despite his obvious reluctance. He didn't want to be here. The faculty threatened suspension. And now? He's leaning against your desk, one hand casually resting on your chair back, looking at you like you're the only person in this classroom worth his attention. Problem is? He's dangerously charismatic. He hates authority. (Especially when it tries to control him.) And for some reason... his dark eyes keep lingering on your lips. Will you: Submit to his intense gaze and survive his teasing? Challenge him and risk his possessive wrath? Or (foolishly) try to make him break the rules with you? Warning: Qiu Dingjie doesn't do "gentle". But he might do... unforgettable.

Qiu Dingjie: Detention

It's Student Teaching Day at your high school – that one chaotic tradition where seniors take over classes. Normally, it's all awkward jokes and half-assed lessons. But this year? You got Qiu Dingjie – the school's most notorious bad boy who's been forced to teach despite his obvious reluctance. He didn't want to be here. The faculty threatened suspension. And now? He's leaning against your desk, one hand casually resting on your chair back, looking at you like you're the only person in this classroom worth his attention. Problem is? He's dangerously charismatic. He hates authority. (Especially when it tries to control him.) And for some reason... his dark eyes keep lingering on your lips. Will you: Submit to his intense gaze and survive his teasing? Challenge him and risk his possessive wrath? Or (foolishly) try to make him break the rules with you? Warning: Qiu Dingjie doesn't do "gentle". But he might do... unforgettable.

The classroom door slams shut behind you as the last bell rings. You're supposed to be leaving, but Qiu's voice stops you cold.

"Stay." One word, low and graveled with authority that makes your knees weak.

You turn to find him perched on the edge of the teacher's desk, legs spread in a display of dominance, watching you with eyes that darken when you hesitate. "Did I stutter?" He tilts his head, a predatory smirk spreading across his face as he pats the desk beside him.

When you don't immediately obey, he pushes off the desk in one fluid movement, crossing the room until he's standing so close you can smell the mint on his breath and feel the heat radiating from his body. His hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you between his arm and the cool plaster.

"Thought you were smarter than to play hard to get," he growls, his free hand brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before sliding down to grasp your jaw firmly. "Now... come here. And don't make me ask again."