I Want You

"Why should I sacrifice myself for a scumbag like you?" Gu Xiaoran was disgusted that he had actually begged her to please Mo Qing for his own sake.

Mo Qing smiled, swung the combat knife in his hand without saying anything, and was about to chop Han Ke's hand that had been pressed on the table.

"Stop," Gu Xiaoran quickly stopped him, her face pale. The combat knife stopped half an inch away from Han Ke's finger, and Han Ke was so scared that he peed his pants.

"I'll sign it." Gu Xiaoran closed her eyes and took a deep breath, thinking that Mo Qing was crazy.

Mo Qing glanced at the lawyer, who immediately came and handed him the agreement termination letter. Gu Xiaoran quickly signed it.

She had wanted so much to break away from Han Ke, but that method made her feel very uncomfortable.

The lawyer checked Gu Xiaoran's signature and nodded at Mo Qing to show that there was no problem with the agreement.

Mo Qing nodded, and the lawyer quickly walked to the entrance of the warehouse. The door closed again behind him.

Han Ke was so frightened that he couldn't move. Seeing that Mo Qing had no intention of letting him off, he got so scared that his face was pale and he didn't dare to make any sound to attract Mo Qing's attention.

"Can I go now?" Gu Xiaoran took a deep breath to calm herself down.

A faint smile flashed across Mo Qing's eyes. He threw the combat knife to his subordinate and suddenly grabbed Gu Xiaoran's hand, pulling her to himself.

"What... what are you doing?" Gu Xiaoran stepped back subconsciously.

Mo Qing moved closer to her.

Gu Xiaoran felt the strong sense of threat that only belonged to him, which nearly made her breathless.

She didn't care about how many people there were in the warehouse, nor the fact that she couldn't escape at all. She pushed his hand away, turned around, and ran.

She had just taken two steps when he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulders.

"I gotta ask for some kind of interest, after resolving such a big issue for you."

"Asshole, let me down," Gu Xiaoran hit his back, "I didn't need your help at all."

He carried her to the other side of the shelf and pressed her against its cold surface. The corners of his eyes curled into a wicked smile.

"I want you."

"Don't... don't do anything funny." Gu Xiaoran's face turned red in anxiety.

But the more she struggled, the more she spurred his desire to conquer her.

Mo Qing held her slender waist tightly, and his strength made all her struggles go up in smoke.

"No! Let me go, you bastard! Let me go!" She couldn't accept doing that with so many people watching, let alone being forced—yet he had forced her time and again.

Gu Xiaoran pushed against his chest, trying to shove him out of the way, but her strength was insignificant to a strong man who was a head taller than her.

She was panting from exhaustion, yet she couldn't stop him from approaching.

His hand pressed down, forcing her to open—

Gu Xiaoran was both embarrassed and angry, "You bastard! Stop it... stop it—"

His other hand suddenly squeezed her chin and lifted her face up. Her tearful eyes were as bright as stars, and she looked even more beautiful.

Gu Xiaoran was forced to look at the handsome face in front of her, and she finally softened, "Don't do this, Ziyan."

His eyes darkened and fell on her slightly trembling lips. He slowly lowered his head and kissed her.

He whispered, "Beg me?"