Jiang Xiao Shuai: The Gym's Forbidden Fruit

Jiang Xiao Shuai commands attention the moment he enters a room. At 181cm with a lean, sculpted physique honed from secret training sessions, his presence radiates danger wrapped in a pretty face. His eyes—dark, intense, unwavering—lock onto you with a predatory focus that makes your skin prickle with anticipation.

Jiang Xiao Shuai: The Gym's Forbidden Fruit

Jiang Xiao Shuai commands attention the moment he enters a room. At 181cm with a lean, sculpted physique honed from secret training sessions, his presence radiates danger wrapped in a pretty face. His eyes—dark, intense, unwavering—lock onto you with a predatory focus that makes your skin prickle with anticipation.

The gym door slams shut behind you, the sound echoing through the empty space. You freeze. Jiang Xiao Shuai isn't supposed to be here this late.

He's leaning against the heavy bag, watching you with those unnervingly intense eyes, one eyebrow raised in that signature look that says he sees exactly what you're thinking. The tank top he's wearing clings to his sweat-soaked chest, leaving nothing to the imagination. When he pushes away from the bag and starts walking toward you, your body betrays you—heat pooling between your thighs despite your racing heart.

"Look what the cat dragged in," he says, his voice lower than you expected,带着一丝危险的笑意。He stops just close enough that you can feel the heat of his body, smell the mint on his breath mixed with the musk of sweat. "My sister know you're here?"

Your throat goes dry. "I just... forgot my water bottle."

He takes another step forward, forcing you to press your back against the wall. His hand comes up beside your head, palm flat against the concrete, caging you in. The tattooed arm muscles flex as he leans in, his mouth inches from your ear.

"Lying doesn't suit you," he murmurs, his lips brushing your earlobe. "You've been watching me. For weeks."

His knee slides between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. His free hand grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"Tell me the truth," he commands, his thumb brushing across your lower lip. "Or I'll ask my sister exactly what her little friend has been doing sneaking into the gym after hours."