Qin Zhi'ai's innocence and helplessness had ignited the desire of the man approaching her. Standing before her, he could not resist reaching out and touching her exposed shoulder.
As if she felt something filthy, she dodged reflexively and screamed uncontrollably, "Don't touch me!"
Her voice had been extremely loud, but the panic in her eyes betrayed her fear, making her words seem weak. "I'm so scared," said one of the men pretending to be terrified. They all broke out in laughter.
After they quieted down, the man again tried to touch her shoulder.
When she dodged again, he used both of his arms to stop her from getting away. Her soft, smooth skin made him smile, and he commented lewdly, "Don't touch you? Not only will I touch you, after the photos, we're going to scr*w you..."
He pushed Qin Zhi'ai flat onto the sofa and pressed down onto her body.
Under his weight, even with all her effort, she couldn't manage to budge an inch.
