With a "rip," her clothes were torn open.
Immediately, her eyes reddened with anger,
"You dare, Jiang Ye!"
She shouted in a low, restrained voice.
In fact, her voice wasn't loud, but it was clearly tinged with the verge of tears.
Crying?
The man, previously driven by lust, suddenly stopped:
"Lu'er…"
He said her name but didn't finish his sentence.
"Slap!"
He was hit with a slap across the face.
"Get out!"
Maybe because of her tear-choked voice, these harsh words seemed almost cute.
The man didn't care about the slap, even caught her hand and kissed it lightly:
"Did that hurt?"
Hiss!
Lu Jing thought this man must have a serious problem in his head!
Getting hit and then asking if the hand that hit you hurts?
Isn't that just sick?
She pulled her hand back and glared at him several more times:
"Move!"
Ahem.
Finally, the man propped himself up and moved aside.
And Lu Jing, she abruptly sat up, grabbing her own clothes.
