Lin Yixun’s eyes were fixed on the large hand resting on her shoulder. She suppressed the nausea rising in her stomach and spoke in a low voice, "Sir, please let go."
"Oh, not too willing, huh?" The man’s hand not only didn’t retract, but brazenly caressed Lin Yixun’s cheek. "Tsk tsk tsk, such delicate skin, use a little force and it might just ooze water. Little girl, how old are you?"
The damp warmth touching her skin felt like thousands of ants crawling across Lin Yixun’s face, causing all the hair on her body to stand on end.
Lin Yixun clenched her fist tightly and said coldly, "Sir, have some respect!"
"Respect? Ha ha ha... Since the day I was born, I’ve never known what respect means." The man chuckled lightly. His thin lips suddenly approached hers. "Why don’t you tell me, what exactly is respect?"
The men here were mostly shameless and sleazy, having no concept of propriety and honor.
As the man’s lips were about to touch Lin Yixun’s cheek, she swiftly turned her body, narrowly dodging him. However, in the next moment, an arm tightly encircled her waist.
"Little girl, don’t be afraid. Play with me for a bit, and there will be benefits for you." The man, unwilling to give up after missing, freed one hand to hold Lin Yixun’s face in place and tried to kiss her.
The man’s greasy old face came into Lin Yixun’s view. The strong smell of alcohol made her want to vomit. She didn’t know where she got the strength, but she broke free from the man’s embrace and gave him a fierce slap.
The man was stunned on the spot. When he realized what had happened, he was instantly enraged and kicked Lin Yixun hard.
Lin Yixun was kicked several meters away, feeling as though her internal organs had shifted. She struggled to get up from the ground, but then the man’s foot stomped hard on her chest.
The man yanked her hair forcefully, pulling her towards him. He said coldly, "I’ve been in the game for so many years, and no one has ever dared to act wild in front of me. You’re the first."
Lin Yixun was in so much pain cold sweat was pouring down her face, and she seemed to hear the sound of her rib cracking. This man had clearly received training, and his attack was ruthless.
The man’s fierce gaze fell on her right hand, "If you were a man, that hand of yours would have been crippled by now, but... considering that pretty face of yours, I’ll let it go. But I have one condition — spend a night with me, how about that?"
Lin Yixun suddenly laughed. She knew things wouldn’t be settled so easily.
She cast a contemptuous glance at the man in front of her and spat on him, "In your dreams! Spend a night with you? I’d rather sleep with a pig!"
"Fine, very fine!" The man was humiliated and furious. "You don’t want to be with me, huh? Just because you’re a bit pretty, you think you’re some kind of fairy?"
He shouted roughly to the lackey at the door, "Scar her face for me, let’s see how she’ll pose as a fairy then!"
The sharp dagger gleamed coldly under the chilly light, and Lin Yixun’s eyes widened in horror. She kept shaking her head.
She wanted to escape, but her body was held firmly, unable to move.
She opened her mouth and cried for help, but the music in the private room was turned up to the highest volume. Even if she screamed her lungs out, no one outside could hear. And the people in the room, like demons, looked at her with glee, without any intention of saving her.
The cold tip of the blade touched her skin, followed by the searing pain of the flesh being cut open. She could even hear the sound of the blade scraping against her bone. Lin Yixun trembled all over in pain, gripping the carpet tightly, her nails digging deep into the fabric. The pain on her face spread through her nerves to every part of her body.
It hurts, it hurts so much!
She stared intently at the door of the private room, hoping someone would suddenly appear, but no one did. That person never showed up.