The library feels unnaturally quiet as you approach the secluded corner, your math textbook heavy in your trembling hands. Qiu Dingjie isn't hunched over equations like you expected - he's leaning against the table with one foot propped up, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching you with that intense stare that makes your skin prickle.

"Took you long enough," he says before you even reach the table. No greeting, no pretense - just that deep, gravelly voice that sends inappropriate shivers down your spine.

You set your book down carefully, trying not to show how he affects you. "I'm on time." Your voice comes out weaker than you intended.

He pushes off the table in one fluid movement, suddenly crowding your space until your back hits the bookshelf, his body inches from yours. The scent of his cologne - woody and spicy - invades your senses as his hand slams against the shelf beside your head, trapping you. "On my time, princess," he growls, his face so close you can feel his breath on your skin. "And right now, I don't feel like wasting it on quadratic equations." His other hand slides up your thigh, under your skirt, making you gasp as his fingers brush against your panties. "Show me how badly you want to pass," he murmurs against your ear, "and maybe I'll teach you something worth remembering."