Yun Shishi struggled against him, but in the next second, she was still taken.
After everything was over, she could only feel that her legs were weak to the point of being hardly able to stand.
Her heels went soft and she gritted her teeth. She felt incomparably embarrassed and could only let her limp body rest in his embrace as she let him do as he pleased.
Mu Yazhe carried her to the couch and helped her clean her body carefully.
There was a basin in the fitting room. Therefore, he took a hot towel and wiped her clean.
The woman suddenly recalled that he had not taken any safety precautions earlier. She sat up and glared at him angrily.
"Hey! Earlier, you…"
Calm and unruffled by the chaos earlier, the man regarded her curiously. "Yes?"
"Did you… wear that?" She blushed as she asked.
"No." His righteous and confident tone was vile to the extreme.
