Fang Zhihan's Fanboy

As Fang Zhihan pulled her into his arms, Yu Gangan subconsciously wondered one thing: why was he wrapping his arms around her again?

But, her wrapped body did feel a lot warmer and the man's strong masculinity and his unique dominance made her face turn slightly red.

Before she knew it, her heart began to race.

The man's scent was pleasant. It wasn't the sweaty smell from an average man, nor was it the faint smell of medicine that her teacher had.

The scent on his body was hard to explain; she couldn't put it into words. It simply felt clean. And, apart from smelling pleasant, it was addictive.

She couldn't let him continue holding her like this.

Even though she stopped resisting over time, it wasn't right.

Just as Yu Gangan was about to tell Fang Zhihan to let her go, a clear voice suddenly sounded beside her ear.

"Bro!!"