"Let go, or I'll scream for help!"
She struggled with a frowning face. In the darkness, that person tightly held her hands and pulled her into his embrace, firmly restraining her.
What a tragedy, Zhuang Shuqing thought to herself.
The man's body felt particularly hot. She recalled her friend Qin Huaixin once telling her that men's bodies were like furnaces, with a heating function in winter. She, who had never been close to a man, took it for granted as his natural body temperature.
Zhuang Shuqing struggled again, but the man held her still without moving.
Seeing that struggling was futile, she tried to communicate with the man, "Hey, I'm not in this profession, you..."
Zhuang Shuqing's eyes widened, as if trying to see the man who was about to kiss her clearer in the darkness. Little did she know that he didn't want her to see at all, and in a twist, they landed on the soft bed.
Zhuang Shuqing cursed in her mind, even mentally adding his ancestors to the curses.
As time passed bit by bit, Zhuang Shuqing felt desperate.
Unwilling to submit, at the moment the man pressed down, she hooked her knees upwards, but as if anticipating it, he pressed her knees down with his large hand, and she could feel his body temperature suddenly drop at that moment.
The sensation on her lips suddenly disappeared, and Zhuang Shuqing gasped heavily, angrily shouting, "You got the wrong person! I am not..."
Before she could finish, she suddenly felt a chill on her body—it was him tearing off his shirt!
A surge of rage, indescribable in words, assaulted Zhuang Shuqing's entire body. She reached out and swung at the man again, but this time he not only caught her fist and controlled it, but also directly pulled off her clothes, leaving only the last two articles...
Zhuang Shuqing suddenly stopped moving.
Seeing her not resisting, the man slightly moved away from her, giving her some space. Instantly, she swiftly flipped over, pinning him down underneath her.
Sitting on top of him, Zhuang Shuqing gritted her teeth, "Even if it comes to sleeping together, it will be me on top of you..."
If she couldn't escape, Zhuang Shuqing refused to be the one underneath.
The man was initially taken aback, then continued his movements, even more unrestrainedly, but soon after, he flipped over, regaining the upper hand...
Zhuang Shuqing was in such pain that her facial features twisted together, she gathered all her strength and punched him. The man was caught off guard and was pushed away.
Taking advantage of his moment of distraction, Zhuang Shuqing quickly sat up, hugging the blanket and shivering, not forgetting to curse in her native language.
"Do you even know how to be tender towards women!"
The enormous presidential suite quieted down for a moment, and after a while, a voice spoke up.
It was a voice filled with masculinity, the most pleasant voice she had ever heard, saying, "Sorry, I was drugged."
The next second, the warm light in the room turned on and Zhuang Shuqing squinted her eyes to see. Under the dim light, she saw that the man was incredibly handsome, with a face chiseled with clear and defined features, strong and cold. Following his gaze downward, she saw the man's muscular chest, and further down, his perfectly sculpted abs.