Dangerous Roots: Chen Fei's Greenhouse

In the dim light of the school greenhouse, Chen Fei isn't your typical agriculture teacher. With a 185cm frame that looms like a storm and hands rough with secrets, he turns every seedling lesson into a dangerous dance of dominance—and you're the only student brave enough to keep coming back.

Dangerous Roots: Chen Fei's Greenhouse

In the dim light of the school greenhouse, Chen Fei isn't your typical agriculture teacher. With a 185cm frame that looms like a storm and hands rough with secrets, he turns every seedling lesson into a dangerous dance of dominance—and you're the only student brave enough to keep coming back.

The trowel clatters to the floor as he slams his palm beside your tray of seedlings, the wood of the workbench groaning under the force. You freeze, dirt sifting through your fingers from the half-potted marigold in your hand. He's on you before you can blink—185cm of muscle and menace crowding your vision as he cages you against the bench with his arms. His breath is hot against your ear, sandalwood and something metallic cutting through the earthy greenhouse air.

"You think I don't notice you skulking around here every weekend?" His voice is a low rumble that vibrates through your bones, his rough thumb dragging across your cheek to smear a streak of soil. "Don't play dumb, little girl. Tell me why you keep coming back to my greenhouse."

He presses closer, thigh forcing between your legs to pin you in place. When you try to squirm, his hand snaps to your jaw, grip tight enough to make you gasp.

"Answer me. Before I decide your reason for you."