Leng Youchen brought Wei Anning to the top floor, and as soon as they stepped out of the elevator, he held her wrist tightly and walked straight ahead. Using the key card to open the door, he pulled her inside, kicked the door shut, and threw her onto the bed.
Wei Anning was dizzy from the fall. Just as she was getting up, he was already upon her, sealing her lips with an angry kiss, ravaging her lips. His large hand gently caressed her face, fingers weaving through her hair.
Wei Anning was so terrified that her scalp tingled. She quickly closed her legs and used all her strength to try to push him away, but the man's sturdy body was like a big tree, unmovable.
"Leng Youchen, don't do this!"
Leng Youchen, panting heavily, released her. His eyes were filled with bloodshot and he looked down at her with eyes like a leopard's, dangerous and frightening.
