"No, don't... don't do this. Gently, gently... Lin lin is right next door. I'm begging you, gently, gently..."
It seemed as if Sister Qian was begging him with tears in her eyes.
After some pushing and shoving back and forth, Zhang Chen lifted Yu Xueqian's body in a princess carry, held her tightly in his arms, and dominantly sat down on her warm, clean bed, covered with a beige sheet. In fact, he hadn't started any actual assault yet; he was merely squeezing her juicy body with his palm, caressing from her arms, thighs, to her waist and back, making her clothes rustle, exploring the curves of her body; he hadn't even touched her breasts, buttocks, or lower abdomen yet. Yet Sister Qian, in his embrace, appeared so weak, frightened, humiliated, and sorrowful that she seemed on the verge of melting into water, with her words becoming increasingly unclear...
