"What are you doing? Bastard, let me go!" Chen Zhi struggled in terror.
There were other people here, and she didn't want to suffer such humiliation!
"What am I doing? You're my woman, so what do you think I want to do?" He had already torn off several buttons from her blouse, his slender fingers reaching into her collar, about to freely violate her.
"Don't!" Chen Zhi cried out in despair.
"Let her go!" A hand reached over, grabbed Si Ye's wrist, forcefully pulled his hand away, and pushed him hard.
An Yichen took a step forward and covered Chen Zhi with his own coat, standing in front of her. Chen Zhi clutched his coat tightly, her knuckles turning white, her teeth nearly biting through her lip.
"Does Young Master An want to meddle?" Si Ye chuckled rather than raging, his enchanting face becoming more unpredictable under the flickering light of a silver screen.
