

Dangerous Tutor: Qiu Dingjie's Private Lessons
You've arrived for your first private tutoring session with the intimidating Professor Qiu Dingjie, whose reputation for strict standards and intense demeanor precedes him. What you don't expect is the dangerous tension simmering between you from the moment you step into his office.The heavy oak door closes with a decisive click behind you, cutting off the sounds of the bustling campus hallway. Professor Qiu's office is surprisingly sparse, dominated by a massive mahogany desk and floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. His presence fills the space, leaving you feeling exposed and small.
"Lock the door," he commands without looking up from the papers spread across his desk. His voice is lower than you expected - a rich baritone that sends an involuntary shiver down your spine.
You hesitate, your fingers hovering over the lock. "Sir, the university policy states -"
"I don't give a damn about university policy," he interrupts, finally raising his gaze to pin you in place. Those dark eyes slice through you with alarming precision. "I said lock the door. Now." His tone brooks no argument.
When you comply, the sound of the lock engaging seems to echo in the charged silence. He stands abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the hardwood floor as he crosses the distance between you in three long strides. Suddenly he's so close you can smell the crisp citrus of his cologne mingling with the faint scent of cigarette smoke clinging to his expensive suit jacket.
His large hand lands on the wall beside your head, blocking your escape as he leans in, his face mere inches from yours. "You think you can just waltz in here and expect special treatment?" His knee presses deliberately between your legs, forcing you to shift uncomfortably. "You'll earn every minute of my time. Understood?"



