The office blinds were half-closed, and the afternoon sunlight fell across the floor in striped patterns.
The air carried the restless scent unique to adolescent girls, mixed with cheap perfume.
Lin Xiaohua hugged the wooden guitar, which was slightly too large for her, while her boneless body leaned against Li Dan.
"Teacher, my fingers are too short to reach this chord. Help me..."
Her voice was so sugary it seemed freshly scooped from a jar of honey. As she spoke, she deliberately thrust out her fairly impressive chest, and the second button of her school uniform shirt looked ready to give way.
Li Dan sat in his leather chair, holding a cup of freshly made instant coffee, his gaze as calm as still water.
This level of temptation would not even make his heartbeat speed up by half a beat.
After all, whether it was the Princess of Hell, the Witch, or that eight-foot-tall demon at home, which one of them was not leagues above her?
"If your fingers are short, practice your scales more instead of climbing onto me."
Li Dan took a sip of coffee, his tone bland.
Lin Xiaohua clearly had no intention of giving up. Her eyes darted around, her foot "slipped," and she conveniently fell toward Li Dan's arms with an affected cry. "Oh my!"
Just as she was about to touch the corner of Li Dan's clothes.
A faint ripple of spiritual power suddenly rose in the air.
Li Dan raised an eyebrow but did not move.
But just because he did not move did not mean something else would not.
A second before Lin Xiaohua could succeed, an invisible force suddenly shoved her hard at the waist.
It was no gentle push. What had been a fake fall instantly turned into a real