Chu Yao was overjoyed. She casually placed the clothes on the couch, poured a glass of water, and planned to remove her makeup after finishing it.
Suddenly, a pair of hands wrapped around her waist from behind, pulling her into a man's embrace. Just as she was about to resist, her body was turned around. In a few strides, she was pinned against the wall, and the fist she raised was caught by the man's palm. In the tug of war, he directly slammed her hand against the wall.
Chu Yao hissed.
She cried out first, but didn't feel any pain.
The man's fingers were pressed against the back of her hand. The impact hurt his hand instead.
She turned her head to look, but her chin was tapped, and before she could turn back, he had already lowered his head and kissed her.
"Mmm..."
"Let go..."
"I'll count to three, two..."
