Tong Ji Yang drove her directly to his place, roughly taking her inside. As soon as the door closed, he couldn't wait to press her against the door and kissed her fiercely.
His actions were extremely rough, even impatient, as he tore at her clothes recklessly.
Her fair skin bore red marks made by him with ease.
Zhao Anqi then frantically pushed him away, "Don't, Tong Ji Yang, don't!"
"Fine, not like this, then on the bed!" He bent down, slung her over his shoulder, strode toward the bedroom, and forcefully tossed her onto the big bed.
Her seaweed-like curls scattered messily around her, with a few strands resting on her face.
Before Zhao Anqi could reach up to move her hair away, Tong Ji Yang was already on top of her.
His hands swiftly tore her underwear apart, then deftly removed the last layer of her defense.
"Lin Ji Yang!" she shouted, grabbing his shoulders, "We can't do this, really can't!"
