"Chen Yang, let go of me!"
"Why are you holding me? Don't pretend, you just see me as a tool to vent your lust! You like Zhu Yanjiao because you want to climb up the social ladder by being with her, rise to the top! You're just a heartless bastard!"
Shang Meili kept struggling.
She was tall and voluptuous, and as she rubbed against me in my arms, especially her surging breasts pressing against me, it sent an intoxicating sensation through my body.
"I didn't!"
I held on tight.
I wasn't as heartless as she claimed, purely looking for outlets for release. I just… wasn't that into her, and originally I only wanted to get back at her, to conquer her!
"You do! I hate you! I hate you to death, Chen Yang! How dare you look down on me? Tell me, am I that terrible in your heart?"
Shang Meili cried and struggled until she had no strength left, and then she started biting me fiercely on the shoulder. It wasn't very painful, but her tears quickly wet my shoulder.
