The mattress was soft, and when Lu Jing first fell onto it, it bounced twice.
Then, someone was already pressing down on her.
His legs clamped hers, making it impossible for her to struggle; she couldn't muster any strength.
"Jiang Ye, you bastard!"
"All you do is call me 'bastard,' can't you come up with something new?"
Hiss~
Is this really the time to say that?
Of course not!
Lu Jing couldn't struggle, she could only occasionally twist her waist to protest.
But this movement undoubtedly sparked the suppressed desire in someone's heart; it flared up like a raging fire.
'Rip!'
It sounded like fabric being torn.
"Jiang Ye, get off me!
Despicable! Shameless!"
Huh?
Despicable? Shameless?
Those labels might as well fit.
During the subsequent struggle, the arm in a cast was accidentally hit, and he immediately gasped in pain.
Lu Jing froze as well, unsure how to react at the moment.
Should she push him away?
Or what?
