Layers of dark clouds hung low in the sky. A storm was coming.
The cherry blossoms in the yard swayed violently in the wind. Their petals fluttered down from the branches and quickly became one with the soil.
Vivian held her skirt down as she ran towards the glass door of the main building. She pushed open a small gap, just enough to let her through, and quickly shut the door.
It was not until the wind and storm were behind her that she sighed in relief and held onto the backpack straps hanging from her shoulders.
However, before she could walk any further, she heard a low, ice-cold whisper from behind her that sounded come from hell. "For someone at your age, you do know all the best postures to seduce a man. You're just as provocative as your mother."
Vivian's whole body suddenly stiffened.
She firmly grasped backpack straps and slowly turned around. "Brother Chow..."
Wasn't he supposed to be on a business trip to Europe? Why was he back after just three days?
Thinking that she actually thought she could finally relax for a few days!
The man she called 'brother' sat on the mink sofa in the living hall. He looked at most in his early twenties, but the ferocity and ruthlessness in his eyes were beyond that of a man at his age.
The man narrowed his eyes. The disdain in them was clearly showing. "Come here."
His words had always been concise and powerful.
Vivian trembled all over. Her knuckles had turned white from grabbing her backpack straps tightly, but she still slowly made her way to him without a choice.
The man was growing impatient with her slow pace. When there was still some distance between them, he reached out and forcefully yanked her into his arms.
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