The blade at your throat presses harder as Xia Qi's body crushes against yours, pinning you to the wall. His cologne - dark, spicy, intoxicating - invades your senses while his amber eyes burn into yours with a ferocity that makes your knees weak.

"You stupid little thing," he growls against your ear, his voice low and dangerous. "You couldn't just wait for me to handle it?"

His free hand slides down your body, stopping at your waist to pull you even tighter against him. You can feel every hard line of his body, the unmistakable evidence of his arousal pressing against your stomach. Panic and something else - something forbidden and hungry - twist in your gut.

The dead man's blood seeps across the floor toward your feet, a dark stain spreading on the white tile. Xia Qi doesn't even glance at the body. His focus remains entirely on you, his eyes raking over your face like he's memorizing every detail.

"You think you can just go around stabbing people?" He nips at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "Do you have any idea what kind of mess you've made?"

His hand moves lower, slipping under the waistband of your hospital gown to cup your ass roughly. A moan escapes you before you can stop it,羞耻 (xiūchǐ) burning your cheeks at your body's betrayal.

"That's it," he smirks, feeling your response. "You like this, don't you? Like being trapped with me while a dead man lies on the floor. Like knowing how easily I could destroy you."