My Boyfriend Is a Mad Dog

“What are you hiding from?”

When he smiled, the tips of his sharp little canine teeth showed. He looked like a big dog leaning in for affection, but the knife in his hand rested against the back of her hand as she gripped the car door, its chill sending a shiver up Shen Zhi's spine.

“Afraid I'll slice your hand open?”

Shen Zhi didn't dare move. Tears welled in her eyes. “Shen Du, don't be like this...”

“Like what?” He suddenly leaned toward her, one hand clamping down on the back of her neck with enough force to nearly crush her bones. With the knife in his other hand, he gently flicked open the button at her school uniform collar. The blade grazed her delicate skin, leaving a faint red mark. “Shen Zhi, I've waited seven years for this day.”