When Lin Qingmeng felt the small man's hand touching her leg, she kept struggling. However, her hands and feet were tied, so it was futile; she could only let it happen.
"Didn't expect your skin to be so good. A slut like you must have slept with many people, right?" The small man's eyes were filled with desire, his hand now reaching Lin Qingmeng's abdomen.
"Want to say something?" the small man said, ripping the tape from Lin Qingmeng's mouth.
Lin Qingmeng looked at him with fear in her eyes and said, "I'm begging you, please let us go."
"Let you go? I'm not in the position to do that, but if you're willing to have some fun with me, I might consider it. What do you think?" the small man said, lifting her chin.
Lin Qingmeng shook her head repeatedly; she was not a promiscuous woman, even though she had dated before. She had only had a relationship once.
