As a girl with a sense of shame, there was no moment more humiliating than now.
"Don't!" Mi Yao covered her clothes with her ice-cold hands and feet.
"Little beauty, don't run away; come here, give me a hug!" General Yuan lunged at her.
Mi Yao stepped back, but unexpectedly tripped over something and fell directly onto the carpet, looking utterly disgraceful.
General Yuan continued to creep closer, and as she desperately tried to keep her legs together and scoot backwards, suddenly, she bumped into something—it was a man's thigh.
She grabbed the man's trousers and looked up with a pale face at the man who controlled her fate, "No, please... I was wrong, please don't do this to me..."
Zhou Jin smiled, fully aware that the show had come to an end.
As for General Yuan, his last bit of usefulness had expired, and it was likely he would... die a gruesome death.