The door opened, but it was a man who walked in.
He carelessly swung a bunch of keys in his hand and kicked the door shut behind him.
Ziyan stood up, warily watching Song Linfeng.
"Ziyan, I thought you couldn't find your way back home!"
Ziyan stood straight, looking at him, her heart a chaotic mess of nerves.
Song Linfeng walked straight up to her, one hand circling her waist, the other lifting her chin: "So beautiful... but ruined..."
Ziyan tried to push him away forcefully, but he pushed her back, causing her to fall onto the large bed behind her, "You're no innocent girl, what are you resisting? Just enjoy it, why the pretense?!"
Ziyan's pupils dilated; she knew about Song Linfeng's philandering nature, but she never thought he would harbor such ill intentions towards her, his own sister!
She wanted to remind him of this fact, but she couldn't speak out as his hands roamed restlessly over her body.
