The woman clutched Zhao Chi's wrist tightly, forbidding him from moving even a fraction of an inch further. Yet Zhao Chi's fingers kept teasing her nerves, involuntarily inducing in her a sensation of numbness and weakness throughout her body.
"Stop... can you stop touching me? If you keep touching me, I'll really start screaming for help!" the woman panted as she threatened.
But her threats did no harm to Zhao Chi; rather, they spurred him on more fiercely. With a lecherous smile, he asked, "Then tell me, beauty, where should I touch you?"
The woman was startled, and as Zhao Chi suddenly halted his actions, she felt an inexplicable sense of loss. Before she could react, however, she felt an odd sensation on her chest again.
Zhao Chi's lecherous hand once more covered the woman's ample breasts, and before she could do anything, he roughly tore open the buttons of her blouse.
