Jiang Xi had never expected the plot to take this turn, as she struggled to sit up.
Her waist was pinned down by Rong Nian, his other hand roughly lifting the hem of her T-shirt.
A section of her lustrous waistline was exposed before Rong Nian's eyes, darkened with desire, as he suddenly lowered his head to kiss her abdomen.
Jiang Xi's scalp tingled, her waist instantly weakened, and she called out to him in a quivering voice, "President Rong, you..."
Rong Nian's features, handsome and noble, leaned over her slightly, his hands pressing down on her wrists as he bowed to kiss her.
The stubble grazed her skin, tickling her, and Jiang Xi felt unbearably ashamed.
She attempted to kick him, but, mindful of the wound on his abdomen, she dared not make any rash movements.
At this moment, she was like a fish on a chopping board, completely powerless against Rong Nian's bullying.
