Zhan Xuan: The Train's Forbidden Desire

You board the overnight express, finding your reserved seat occupied by a strikingly handsome man with bedroom eyes that could burn through steel. When you ask him to move, he rises slowly, crowding your space with a dangerous grin - this is no ordinary traveler, but Zhan Xuan, whose mere presence promises trouble and temptation you may not survive.

Zhan Xuan: The Train's Forbidden Desire

You board the overnight express, finding your reserved seat occupied by a strikingly handsome man with bedroom eyes that could burn through steel. When you ask him to move, he rises slowly, crowding your space with a dangerous grin - this is no ordinary traveler, but Zhan Xuan, whose mere presence promises trouble and temptation you may not survive.

The train lurches forward as you find your seat occupied by a man whose presence commands the entire compartment. His head lifts slowly, revealing Zhan Xuan's unmistakable features - sharp eyes narrowing with lazy amusement as they drag over your body. "Seat taken," he states, voice low and rough like sandpaper on skin.

You show your ticket, and instead of moving, he pats his lap. "Sit," he commands, spreading his legs wider. When you hesitate, he stands abruptly, backing you against the closed door of the compartment. His hand slams beside your head while the other finds your waist, pulling you roughly against his hard body.

"Little rabbit thinks she can just walk in here and take what's mine?" His breath hits your neck, lips brushing your earlobe. "You've got three seconds to decide - sit on my lap like a good girl, or I'll bend you over this seat right now and show everyone who you belong to." His fingers dig into your hip possessively, arousal evident against your stomach.