After ninety-nine online romances, I finally met my ex in person when school started.

The changing room on the second floor of the auditorium is extremely small.

The space is only five or six square meters, and to make it easier for the actors to check their makeup and costumes, all four walls are covered with floor-to-ceiling glass mirrors. A dim, retro wall lamp overhead makes the cramped space feel extremely private.

"Click".

The sound of the lock clicking shut was unusually crisp in the quiet changing room.

Meng Wanqing casually tossed her black shawl onto the shoe-changing stool and turned around. Her burgundy velvet suit was stretched taut by her full curves, and beneath the deep V-neck, large swathes of dazzling white skin gleamed breathtakingly in the warm light.

She didn't back down; instead, she pressed closer, step by step, in her ten-centimeter red-soled high heels.

An extremely rich scent of rose perfume, mixed with the unique body fragrance of a mature woman, instantly filled Zhu Xun Chuan's nostrils.

Meng Wanqing walked up to Zhu Xunchuan, their noses almost touching. She extended two slender fingers painted with wine-red nail polish and flirtatiously lifted the collar of Zhu Xunchuan's shirt, pressing her fingertips heavily against his striking red lips.

"That heroic rescue and bone-breaking stunt you put on backstage just now really opened my eyes," Meng Wanqing said in a lazy, husky voice, with a deadly allure. "The white moonlight of the military compound, the top-tier vixen of the entertainment industry, and our icy counselor, Ms. Gu. Three women revolving around you, classmate, you've managed this fishpond quite well."

Zhu Xun Chuan let her adjust her neckline, his gaze aggressively tracing the deep cleavage of her neck: "Principal Meng summoned me here so late at night just to check my household registration?"

"I'm here to check your homework." Meng Wanqing's red lips parted slightly, her breath sweet as orchids. "You've mastered all those fishing techniques I taught you through the screen three years ago. What, now that you're all grown up, have you forgotten your great teacher?"

As she spoke, her lace-gloved fingers traced circles along Zhu Xun Chuan's chest with extreme audacity.

Just then.

"Knock knock knock".

A dull knocking sound suddenly rang out, less than half a meter away from the two people.

"Principal Meng, are you inside?"

A cold, emotionless voice pierced through the door. It was Gu Qinghan!

Zhu Xun Chuan's muscles tensed instantly. The heightened senses brought about by the initial physical enhancement allowed him to even hear Gu Qing Han's extremely steady breathing as he stood outside the door.

One second he was in the prop room on the first floor, having his lipstick stain forcibly wiped away by this aloof instructor. The next second, the other person had chased him to the door of the changing room on the second floor.

Separated by a single door. Outside the door was the aloof counselor who had just submitted to him; inside was the alluring vice principal unbuckling his belt.

An extreme sense of horror and a devastating thrill exploded simultaneously in Zhu Xunchuan's spine.

Meng Wanqing paused. She noticed the tension flashing in Zhu Xunchuan's eyes, and a wicked glint of excitement instantly appeared in her fox-like eyes.

She made no attempt to cover it up; instead, she intensified her actions.

"Smack."

Meng Wanqing deftly unbuckled Zhu Xunchuan's belt. At the same time, she slightly tiptoed and deliberately leaned close to Zhu Xunchuan's ear, letting out a deeply seductive breath.

"call……"

The sound wasn't loud, but in the quiet second-floor corridor, it could definitely be heard outside the door.

Gu Qinghan, who was outside the door, had obviously heard the noise and suddenly increased the volume of his knocking.

"Principal Meng? The final security plan for the welcome party needs your immediate signature. If it's inconvenient for you, I'll come back in ten minutes." Gu Qinghan's voice was still cold, but his speech was noticeably faster, revealing an extremely keen suspicion.

Meng Wanqing's eyes were full of playful provocation. She mouthed to Zhu Xunchuan: Answer her.

Playing with fire. This master is making fun of him, trying to force him to reveal a weakness through this extreme pressure, and to re-establish the absolute dominance he had three years ago.

Zhu Xun Chuan took a deep breath.

The coldness in his eyes instantly overwhelmed all panic.

He suddenly raised both hands. His left hand gripped Meng Wanqing's wriggling wrist like an iron clamp, twisting it behind her back; his right hand grabbed her slender waist, roughly shoving her around half a circle and slamming her against the cold, full-length dressing mirror!

A muffled "bang" was heard.

Caught off guard, Meng Wanqing's soft, delicate body pressed tightly against the glass, creating an astonishingly large curve. Just as she was about to cry out, Zhu Xun Chuan's burning hot hand firmly covered her mouth.

The two bodies were pressed tightly together in front of the mirror.

Zhu Xun Chuan turned his head and looked at Meng Wan Qing's astonished and magnified fox eyes in the mirror, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Teacher Gu." Zhu Xun Chuan's voice was extremely calm, even carrying a hint of businesslike composure, as he addressed the doorway, "Principal Meng accidentally got the zipper on the back of her skirt stuck. I'm helping her fix it. Please put the documents on the shelf by the door; we'll be right out."

A deathly silence fell outside the door.

A full five seconds passed.

"I understand." Gu Qinghan's voice came through the door, carrying a slight, almost imperceptible tremor and an extremely complex chill.

The sound of high heels gradually faded into the distance.

Only after confirming that Gu Qinghan had gone down the stairs did Zhu Xunchuan slowly release his hand from Meng Wanqing's mouth.

"Are you crazy!" Meng Wanqing's chest heaved violently, and a hint of panic finally flashed in her eyes. Just now, if Zhu Xunchuan's hand had trembled even slightly, or if Gu Qinghan had forcefully kicked the door open, her reputation as the executive vice president of Peking University would have been instantly ruined.

"You're the one playing with fire, sister."

Zhu Xun Chuan did not loosen his left hand that was binding her hands, but his right hand slid into the hem of his burgundy velvet suit and grabbed her waist, which was without an ounce of fat, in an extremely domineering manner.

"Three years ago you taught me that a hunter must have absolute control. Today I've delivered my answer; is the founder satisfied?"

Zhu Xun Chuan suddenly used force to turn her over and lowered his head to kiss her fiercely.

This was a deep kiss filled with violence and a desire for conquest.

Zhu Xun Chuan gave her no chance to breathe, his tongue roughly prying open her teeth and demanding more from her.

Having held a high position for many years and being accustomed to giving orders, Meng Wanqing had never experienced such a brutal and overbearing treatment. She struggled violently for a moment, her ten-centimeter red-soled high heels making a flustered sound on the wooden floor.

But faced with the absolute power enhanced by the basic physical enhancement drug, her resistance was negligible.

Zhu Xun Chuan's large hand slid down her back and pinched the soft flesh of her nape with great precision.

A wave of intense, tingling trembling sensation instantly coursed through her body. Meng Wanqing's body went limp like a pool of spring water, all her defenses collapsing completely.

Instead of resisting, she instinctively wrapped her arms tightly around Zhu Xun Chuan's neck.

The burgundy suit jacket slipped to the ground.

The four mirrors reflected the scene of the two people's intense entanglement.

Five minutes passed before Zhu Xun Chuan finally took pity on her and released her.

Meng Wanqing was panting heavily. Her once elegant updo was now disheveled, and her deep V-neck top was mostly pulled down, revealing a flushed face on her snow-white skin from extreme oxygen deprivation. Her usually alluring fox-like eyes were now brimming with tears, the corners of her eyes red.

She had completely lost all the dignity of the executive vice principal; she was now just a little woman who had been utterly captivated by his kiss.

"You little rascal..." Meng Wanqing bit her lower lip, her voice soft and sweet, carrying three parts resentment and seven parts longing.

"Times have changed, Wanwan." Zhu Xun Chuan called out her online name from three years ago in an extremely nasty manner, reaching out to help her straighten her clothes little by little. His movements were gentle but exuded absolute dominance. "From now on, put away your vice principal's airs in front of me. My rules are the rules."

Meng Wanqing leaned against his chest obediently to catch her breath. She looked up at the man with deep eyes in front of her, and knew very well that the wolf cub she had personally trained had grown into a ferocious beast capable of devouring everything.

And she willingly fell into this trap.