Watching as Shen Yibei came over with an icy expression, she shouted loudly: "Help! Help!"
Shen Yibei sneered wickedly, thinking this woman was really foolish. He swept all the beer bottles off the table onto the floor with one hand and pressed down on Lan Ruowei, who was trying to struggle to her feet, with the other: "Go ahead and scream. Everyone outside is my people. Besides, do you really think anyone will come to save you even if they hear?"
Shen Yibei leaned over her: "I want you to be mine."
"If you dare, my brother-in-law will kill you."
Lan Ruowei shouted.
"I'd be happy to die under a peony, it's still luxurious." The man's large hand moved closer.
Lan Ruowei felt the fierce strength of those hands on her chest and closed her eyes helplessly.
The next moment, sharp pain shot through her chin: "Lan Ruowei, look at me."
What came into view was an enraged face. Lan Ruowei, furious, said: "Shen Yibei, what on earth do you want? Why do you have to treat me so cruelly?"
