The bedding on the bed, just changed to new ones as per Liang Chen's instructions by the servant, were made of the finest silk cotton, as soft as if being in the cloud. Yet, Jing Haohao felt as if she were lying in hell, her whole body uncomfortable.
Liang Chen then leaned over her. The man did not look fat, but he was quite heavy.
Jing Haohao immediately felt all the air in her chest being squeezed out by him.
Her body was as stiff as a dead fish at that moment, lying straight there, motionless, like a prisoner awaiting the death penalty.
Liang Chen didn't make any other moves, he just slowly straightened her face, looked into her eyes, slightly lowered his head, and kissed her.
His lips were a distance away from hers, and her heart was already full of resistance. She wanted to struggle, but he had her pinned down so hard she could not muster any strength.
In the end, Jing Haohao simply closed her eyes. She told herself that what she couldn't see wouldn't harm her.
