Her rental room was so small that she had barely taken two steps when, in the next instant, her arm was pulled and tugged. By the time she realized what was happening, her back was against the wall, with half of her body already enveloped in his embrace.
The man's fingertips were rough as they grasped her wrist, gently caressing it, eliciting a sensation both ticklish and numbing.
"That... that wasn't mine!" Shen Shuci was on the verge of tears—what kind of situation was this?
"You watched it," he said with certainty. Since that video link appeared in her media player, she must have watched it.
"..."
She didn't know what it was and had just clicked on it, never anticipating... Ruan Mengxi, you're truly going to be the death of me.
"In your eyes, am I that disgraceful? So much that you don't want Xiaowu and the others to see me?"
