"Yu Lingqian, you bastard!" Mu Anran screamed, furiously pounding him with her fists.
But the man oppressed her like a mountain, and no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't shake him at all.
In the end, she could only let him do as he pleased with her.
Throughout the process, Yu Lingqian didn't say a word, allowing Mu Anran's fists to fall on his body.
She cried and shouted until she could not make a sound anymore.
On the desk, he possessed her, putting her in various shameful positions.
Mu Anran felt as if she were being dismembered, her body had already been emptied last night, she woke up feeling dizzy and feverish;
Now being tortured by him like this, the bold and unrestrained possession brought a stimulating feeling that made her even lose the instinct to faint.
She could only lie on the desk like a broken doll, too weak even to groan.
