Early March, the first day of the new semester at Nanhu University.
At exactly eight in the morning, but everything was already too late. Zhao Ru felt a darkness before her eyes as Lu Jincheng's tall figure closed in and pressed her against the door, his lips hot and reeking of alcohol pressing onto her cheeks, moving and kissing incessantly. Both of her struggling hands were quickly gripped by Lu Jincheng, held above her head, one in each of his hands, and his hips bore down hard against her, making it impossible for her to move even a bit.
"Lu Jincheng, don't do this!" Zhao Ru pleaded, her voice trembling and panicked.
But such soft words had no effect on Lu Jincheng, who was swept up in drunken excitement. On the contrary, it only fueled his desire even more.
