Xiao Yu clutched the door tightly with both hands, watching as the fire in the man's eyes burned brighter. Her scalp tingled with fear, and she pleaded, "Gong Ting, for the sake of being Sister Ning's assistant, don't treat me like this."
Gong Ting lowered his eyes, looking at her tear-bright face; his heart softened a little, but at the same time, his body grew more tense. Didn't she know that begging for mercy at this moment would only excite a man more?
"Just now downstairs, I let your Sister Ning go," Gong Ting said flatly.
Xiao Yu was stupefied, not understanding what he meant.
"I couldn't bear to hurt her, so I can only hurt you. Since you're her assistant, you can take the fall for her." Gong Ting finished and leaned down to kiss her cheeks, chin, kissing all the way downward, but never touching her lips.
Xiao Yu was dumbfounded. What did he mean by not being able to bear hurting Sister Ning, so he had to hurt her? Was she some kind of substitute?
