"What are you doing?" Mu Yin's pupils contracted in fear, her eyes widening in disbelief.
Before she could regain her senses, there was a pain on her lips; he had violently bitten them, and she couldn't help but struggle to avoid such a domineering, brutal, and heart-pounding kiss.
But the next moment, with a ripping sound—
The large hand on her shoulder suddenly exerted force, tearing her thin nightgown directly open.
Her snow-white skin was exposed, flawless!
Mu Yin shivered violently, filled with a fear and anger like she had never felt before, and she began to struggle in panic, "Have you lost your mind? Let go of me..."
"Just last night you were in bed with Chu Junli, and now you pretend? Isn't it for the archives? I'll give them to you." Bo Fengheng's face was cold as he took off his black cloak, throwing a yellow file folder sharply in front of her.
