Lin Shiyu's heart sank, realizing the seriousness of the situation. What had she stumbled into? "Young Master Fu, what kind of twisted game are you playing? Binding me and holding me down? What's next, whipping and torture? You must be obsessed with raping women."
Her words passed over his ears without a response. Fu Qinglun used both hands to hold her shoulders and pushed her against the wall, moving forward with his strong body and leaving her with no room to escape. One masculine thumb rubbed against her red lips and coaxed her with a low and husky voice, "Shiyu, open your mouth and let me kiss you. I won't rape you then."
Lin Shiyu's beautiful face was embarrassingly red, she was unable to move, since he had held her down. "Fu Qinglun, you're such a pervert, I dare you to push me down even furth—mmm!!"
