The soft, ambient light pouring from the room startled Wang Xiao as he entered. In the dimness, he found Wang i perched on the edge of the bed, her legs nervously entwined, her gaze locked onto the floor.
There she was, Wang i, perched delicately on the edge of the bed. Her legs moved restlessly, entwining and untwining in a dance of anxiety.
Her gaze was fixated on the floor, as if searching for answers in the grain of the wood.
A devious thought crossed Wang Xiao's mind as he observed her distress, an urge to heighten her unease. He moved silently, like a phantom, closing the door with a soft click, ensuring that it was securely locked.
Wang i's eyes, large and doe-like, darted towards him in an instant. "W-what did she say?" she stamred, her voice quivering with uncertainty.
Wang Xiao chose not to respond directly. Instead, he maintained his silence, adding to the tension that hung in the air. Wang i's anxiety escalated with every passing mont, oblivious to his true intentions.
Little did she know that today, Wang Xiao was in the mood for a little ga.
Finally, he faced her with a grave expression, his breath held as a solemn deanor settled upon him. "Xueying," he began, "she ntioned that she plans to confess everything to Mother tomorrow."
*Sigh..*
A deep, resigned sigh escaped Wang Xiao's lips, leaving Wang i utterly astonished.
A shiver coursed through her body as she grappled with the implications of his previous words.
Watching her complexion grow paler with each passing mont, Wang Xiao couldn't help but chuckle softly, shaking his head.
He abandoned his mischievous ga, opting for reassurance instead. "It's alright," he soothingly assured her, "Xueying won't reveal anything. I've already had a chat with her."
He reached over to switch off the main lights, leaving only the soft, gentle glow of the lamps. Then, he settled onto the bed.
Wang i's little brain was still rebooting from the shock of his previous revelations, her childlike mind struggling to process the onslaught of emotions.
As her ntal reboot concluded, she suddenly realized that Wang Xiao was now holding her from behind, his arms enveloping her like a protective cocoon.
The feeling was both comforting and unexpected, leaving her montarily stunned.
"B-Brother, please... don't do it," she pleaded, her voice filled with a troubled tone as a small shadow crept into her mind after being caught by Wang Xueying.
Her body contorted, desperately twisting and turning to break free from his tight grasp.
But her struggles only seed to fuel Wang Xiao's attack, his actions growing more aggressive. He nibbled at her delicate ears, leaving a trail of passionate kisses along the nape of her neck, and continued his tornting assault until both of them succumbed to sleep.
In that mont, with the taste of his sadistic tendencies lingering, Wang i was forced to confront a dark reality about her brother's sadistic side.
Thankfully, Wang Xiao possessed a shard of restraint, preventing him from inflicting even more emotional wounds upon her fragile state today.
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Date: 27th December
Location: Green Oasis Academy
As the morning sun peeked through the windows, illuminating the corridors of Green Oasis Academy, Wang Xiao found himself halted in his tracks by Lei Xia.
The urgency in her voice was palpable as she commanded, "Wang Xiao, co with to the dean's office!"
A furrow ford between Wang Xiao's brows, betraying his confusion as he contemplated his next move.
With a resigned sigh, he reluctantly complied, following behind Lei Xia.
However, his gaze couldn't help but wander to her figure, entranced by the srizing sway of her hips.
Yet, within the depths of his mind, a sinister chorus of voices began to taunt him, an ominous symphony that only he could hear.
Echoing whispers invaded his thoughts, as shadowy apparitions of himself materialized and walked alongside him.
'That woman surely gets pumped by that dean!' accused one voice, dripping with disdain.
'Indeed, what could she possibly want with the dean?' asked another, his tone tinged with suspicion.
'Has she inford the dean about your previous disrespect in her class?' questioned a third voice, insinuating a possible motive.
The darkness within Wang Xiao's thoughts grew more alluring as suggestions tainted his conscience. 'Why don't you just give that tantalizing booty a firm slap?' taunted one of the sinister voices, robbing him of his composure.
Struggling to keep his composure, Wang Xiao took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he sought solace from the invading thoughts.
He questioned whether what he experienced was a re manifestation of his own wicked desires or whether these temptations were projected upon him by those surrounding him, and his shadows were now independently thinking?
Reality, once so clear and tangible, began to blur with the illusions that consud his mind.
Slowly, the line between what was real and what was imagined grew thin, leaving him adrift in a disorienting haze.
As Wang Xiao entered the hallowed office of the Dean, an oppressive sense of foreboding hung heavy in the air, transforming the mundane space into a chamber of judgnt.
Every step he took seed to echo with the weight of impending consequences, causing his entire being to coil with tension.
Inside the room, a tableau of conflict unfolded. Seated with an air of defiance, Zhao Yang bore the visible evidence of their recent clash—a bandage adorning his head.
His parents flanked him, their expressions dripping with disdain, and their gazes were like daggers, aid squarely at Wang Xiao, a silent accusation.
In the charged silence, no words were exchanged; none were necessary.
Wang Xiao understood everything and knew the next cliché court proceedings in advance. He stood still as the trial progressed slowly.
It was the Dean's authoritative voice that shattered the stillness, a pronouncent that resounded like a gavel strike in a courtroom. "Wang Xiao, you are suspended for the next seven days. Return with your parents if you seek reinstatent to this institution."
With the court drama's final verdict delivered, Wang Xiao found himself standing alone outside the Dean's office.
Life around him resud its normal cadence, with students and staff bustling about their duties.
As Zhao Yang brushed past him, emitting a derisive snort, Wang Xiao's countenance underwent a chilling transformation. His smile, once warm, now revealed an icy, calculated edge.
The notion that Wang Xiao had acted recklessly and impulsively, without regard for the consequences, certainly danced through the minds of onlookers.
His clash with Zhao Yang had been explosive, the culmination of a simring rivalry that had spiraled out of control.
So questioned whether he had truly thought through the repercussions of his actions, while others whispered in hushed tones about the sheer audacity of his confrontation.
However, Wang Xiao knew that the winter holidays had descended upon the school, casting a temporary hush over its halls.
Despite the festive season, the academic grind continued unabated, with extra classes persisting to accommodate the ongoing exams for various sections of the student body.
He consoled himself with the knowledge that the exams would soon conclude, and the seven-day suspension notice would fade into insignificance, as the winter vacations kicks in.
All he had to do was endure these few days.
His daily routine would remain unchanged; he would leave ho as always.
However, instead of coming to school, he had other plans—venturing elsewhere, biding his ti until it was safe to return ho.
Curiously, his parents had been spared a direct summons.
Credit for this fortunate turn of events could be attributed to none other than Chen Yongzheng, his mathematics and horoom teacher, also his tutor, who had also beco his unwitting accomplice in their shared deeds.
Chen Yongzheng had valiantly defended Wang Xiao during the trial, skillfully navigating the treacherous waters of school bureaucracy to shield his young charge.
With a ticulously crafted plan in mind, Wang Xiao prepared to venture beyond the confines of the school grounds.
His resolve was unwavering until a sudden sound pierced the air, a voice calling out to him in the most unexpected of monts.
"Wang Xiao, wait!"
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