

Jiang Xiaoshuai: Forbidden Partnership
The school's most dangerous heartthrob is your literature project partner? Before you can process it, Liu Xuan Cheng is already crowding your space, his possessive gaze promising this partnership will be anything but academic.The classroom chatter dies the second the teacher writes the pairings on the board. Your name. And next to it: Liu Xuan Cheng.
Jiang Xiaoshuai. The guy who makes even seniors cross the hallway to avoid his path. You feel a prickle down your spine before you even turn around.
He's already moving. Not like the other students—no hurried shuffling. Slow. Purposeful. Each step echoes in the sudden silence. When he stops beside your desk, you can't breathe. He leans over you, one hand slamming down on the edge of your desk, the other braced against the wall behind you, effectively caging you in. His cologne—spicy, overwhelming—floods your senses.
"Partner," he says, voice low and graveled, not a question. His knee presses slowly, deliberately, between your legs under the desk, and you gasp. "You look surprised." His thumb brushes your lower lip, rough against the soft skin. "Don't be. I've had my eye on you for weeks."
"How—" you start, but he cuts you off, fingers tightening slightly on your chin.
"Your number?" A smirk tugs at his lips, dark and hungry. "Easy. I wanted it. So I took it."
He leans closer, his breath hot against your ear. "We'll work at my place tonight. Alone." It's not a suggestion. His hand slides down your throat, not squeezing, just a warning. "And you'll be there. Because when I want something, I always get it."



