Cw: mild sexual description, dub-con
Zhao Bolin's breath hitched on his throat. For some reason, his mind drifted back to a few hours ago, in the outside corridor when Lu Yizhou was leaning close to him. Their faces had been merely an inch from each other and if not for the other students' timely arrival, they would have…
However, it was different this time.
All of the students had been evacuated and Zhao Bolin had locked the door, trapping himself with this ravenous zombie who decided to make his desire known. Nobody would come to rescue him… unless he screamed atop of his lungs, perhaps.
Yet at this perilous moment, Zhao Bolin felt his throat locking up, his brain failing him and every corner of his mind was invaded by Lu Yizhou's lips which were glistening with saliva.
