Beiming Han reached out with long strong arms and drew her close, his gaze dropping to her chest to take in the various marks incised there, each of different depths. He was the one to blame for them and this knowledge stirred a reaction within him that he struggled to keep under control.
He took in a deep drag of his cigarette, the smoke billowing onto her face.
Choked by the smoke, Gu Qingxin's face turned a vibrant shade of pink. She tried to push him away in exasperation, "I am grateful that you helped me just now, but that does not give you the right to do as you please with me... Ah!"
Before Gu Qingxin could finish, she was lifted by the burly man and put down on a nearby couch. With a harsh ripping sound, Gu Qingxin felt a sudden chill at her lower body. She looked down to find her mini-skirt, which barely covered her buttocks, torn into two halves.
