Dudu desperately pushed him, but he didn't loosen his grip at all. His hands were strong, yet his gaze towards her was as gentle as ever.
"How long do you plan to keep avoiding?"
As he spoke, his hand fell to the knot in front of her, pulling on a string that undid the bow, making the neckline of her nightdress widen, revealing her thin, pale shoulder.
Dudu's hands immediately withdrew, holding up her clothes in front of her chest.
Qiao Luchen pulled her disheveled hair back over her shoulder, his gaze not tainted with [desire], just calmly appraising her as usual, and then forcibly pulled down her dress...
Shen Yiran crushed the half-smoked cigarette in his palm, ignoring the burning pain, his eyes fixed on the glass window. Her bare back was pressed against the glass by that man...
He couldn't see her face clearly, nor did he know what the two were talking about. He just saw her arms shield her chest, shoulders hunched, looking somewhat shy.
