She struggled with all her might and said coldly, "Leng Yixiu, take your hand off me!"
In response, the man laughed sarcastically, "What, you can’t even stand this little touch? It seems it’s time to remind you of your current identity."
Before Lin Yixun could fully grasp the meaning of his words, she was scooped up by the man. With a bang, the master bedroom door was kicked open by him, and Lin Yixun felt her body suddenly become light, then heavily fall onto the large bed.
The man’s eyes narrowed, and he said coldly, "Lin Yixun, angering me now will do you no good."
"Good?" Lin Yixun laughed bitterly, "I’m already lying here at your mercy, can there be anything worse than this?"
"Being trampled? Being with me means being trampled for you?" Lin Yixun’s words completely enraged Leng Yixiu. He suddenly leaned close to her, forcefully gripping her jaw, and said through gritted teeth, "Lin Yixun, what if that person were Ouyang Hao?"
Lin Yixun laughed lightly, "Isn’t that an obvious question? If it were him, there would be no need for coercion!"
Though the man was laughing, the sound was chilling, so cold that it made Lin Yixun’s liver and gallbladder tremble. Leng Yixiu indeed seemed truly angry. Lin Yixun suddenly felt a twinge of regret. Why did she have to provoke him?
But it was already too late for regret.
A piercing sound of fabric tearing suddenly echoed in the master bedroom. Lin Yixun felt a sudden chill at her neck. She widened her eyes in terror, reaching out to cover herself, but the man’s hands tightly gripped her wrists, pinning them firmly above her head. His gaze roamed over her fair skin without any reservation, a faint, mocking smile appearing on his lips.
"He’s not as shameless as you!"