Man? Qiao Anhao frowned deeper as she wrestled her eyes open. Even after staring at the person in front for a long while, she still could't register who he was.
But she knew from the scent that it definitely wasn't Lu Jinnian.
Qiao Anhao lifted her hands weakly, pushing away the hands that were pulling at her swimsuit, but no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't inflict any harm on the man. Instead, her struggles seemed to tug at his heart, kindling a flame inside him. He couldn't resist any longer, lowering himself to kiss her face.
Qiao Anhao tilted her hand, hiding away from him. Drugged, her feeble struggles were useless even if a sense of disgust engulfed her.
Producer Sun tugged and fiddled with the swimsuit, but when it was almost completely removed, his phone rang.
