Translator:
Lonelytree
Editor:
Millman97
Mr. Yang did not seem to hear her clearly because he leaned into her and asked,
Sorry?
Song Qingchun repeated the question.
Sorry?
Mr. Yang repeated that and moved to close the gap between them. His approach brought with him a heavy stench of alcohol and cologne. It made her frown, and she subconsciously moved further away to create some space between them. Then, she repeated her question another time kindly and patiently.
Mr. Yang did the same thing until Song Qingchun reached the end of the seat. Just as Mr. Yang was going to press his body on top of Song Qingchun, she finally lost her patience and stood up from the sofa. However, before she could get up, Mr. Yang suddenly reached out to grab her wrist.
Song Qingchun tried pulling away and said,
Mr. Yang, you have had too much to drink.
Mr. Yang ignored her struggle and pulled Song Qingchun right into his embrace. Then, he stuck his mouth into her ears. As he blew on it, he asked in an intimate, growling tone,
What was your question? I didn’t hear you.
Then, he opened his mouth to nibble on her earlobe. Song Qingchun shivered instantly and, without thinking, reached out to shove the man away from her face. She demanded angrily,
Mr. Yang, please show some respect!
Mr. Yang chuckled like it was all a joke.
Respect? Why don’t you come and show me how?
As he said so, his hands on her wrist moved to her waist, and her whole body was tightly wrapped in his arms. Song Qingchun instinctually started to resist.
However, the man seemed to enjoy her resistance. He allowed her to wiggle in his arms until he eventually laughed and said,
Don’t you know? You’re only making it hotter for me. All that grinding is making me lose control.
He then leaned in to kiss Song Qingchun’s face. His touch made Song Qingchun nauseous, and she almost vomited. She shoved at his shoulders heavily and pulled her face as far away from him as she could. She started screaming for help.
Mr. Yang did not seem to mind. In fact, he added wickedly,
Baby, scream all you want, but even if you scream until your throat burns, no one will come to save you.
Then, he turned Song Qingchun around and pinned her underneath him on the sofa. Using one hand, he clamped both of her wrists into a vise while his other hand gripped her chin while he forced kisses on her lips.
Song Qingchun averted her head wildly trying to escape his lips. She used every ounce of energy in her body to escape his grip, but due to the natural difference in men and women’s physical attributes, she was unable to escape from him no matter how hard she tried.
The man’s lips once more sought hers out. The sense of disgust and resentment filled her, and with a wild reserve of strength, one of her hands shook loose. She searched for a random object nearest to her on the table and swung it heavily on the man’s head.
