Gong Chen's kiss landed heavily, filled with intense possessiveness.
Lin Zhiyi struggled fiercely, but the person before her remained unmoved and even became increasingly presumptuous.
When her lips were forcefully pried open, Lin Zhiyi resisted with her hand, only to have it grasped and pinned high above her head with one hand.
Click.
Her back hit the switch, and in an instant, the entire room plunged into darkness.
Only the flickering lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows elongated the intertwined silhouettes.
Lin Zhiyi's wrists were numb, and before she could recover, she was lifted up by someone.
A sense of shame made Lin Zhiyi resist desperately, accidentally bumping into her injured hand.
"Ugh..."
As she whimpered in pain, her voice was muffled by the man's mouth.
In an instant, grievance and humiliation filled her eyes, becoming more seductive under the changing lights of the high-rises outside the window.