Instinctively, she raised her hand to push him, but the force was soft and weak, having no deterrent effect whatsoever on the angry man.
Soon, her entire body was shackled by him, unable to move.
Before the man's lips could touch hers, she forcefully turned her head to the side, her indifferent face cold and detached.
"Lu Huai'an, what's gotten into you? I don't want to argue with you. If you find me annoying, I can sleep in the guest room and not bother you."
Her half-upright body was forcefully pushed back onto the bedding, the dizzying discomfort hadn't dissipated yet, and the man tore off her clothes roughly.
For a moment, Lin Chu's mind went blank, and when she snapped back to reality, she almost screamed, "Lu Huai'an!"
What did he want to do?
Lu Huai'an let out a cold laugh, completely disregarding her feelings, his scarlet eyes growing darker.
A deep, hoarse voice escaped their connected lips, "Don't rush to scream, save your strength to cry for me in bed."
