Nan Yan stood before Qin Lu, but before she could prepare herself, Qin Lu suddenly reached out to touch her abdomen.
Instinctively, Nan Yan tried to step back to avoid his touch.
"Don't move," his deep voice echoed in her ears.
Her attempt to dodge halted, watching as he lifted her clothes, leaving her no choice but to reluctantly purse her lips. Her mind raced, trying to figure out how to placate this big shot.
Her skin was naturally fair, a chilly white complexion. Even minor bumps would leave obvious marks, taking a long time to fade without medication.
The bruise, the size of a bowl, stood out conspicuously against her skin.
As his chilly fingertips gently touched her, Qin Lu asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"
Nan Yan forced herself to remain calm, shaking her head. "No."
The next moment, Qin Lu pressed down.
The piercing pain nearly made Nan Yan want to kick him.
Damn it!
This man was truly despicable!
