The Story of Ling and Heng (44)

However, Nanheng continued pressing heavily on her. Feng Ling felt that he must have gone mad; he actually wasn't budging. In fact, he shifted his arms to hold her waist tightly, locking her struggling body in his embrace. He restrained her under his body and held her down firmly just like this.

"Boss, what are you doing…" Feng Ling struggled but was unable to push him away. She keenly sensed that, with the way he was pressing onto her, and the thin layer of clothes between them, there was no way he couldn't sense… what was under her shirt…

"Be more obedient. Stop moving." The man's voice was overbearing to the point where she felt like beating him up. She could smell the strong scent of alcohol on him and although it wasn't a bad scent, for Feng Ling, this was a sign of danger.