An Lin's heartbeat quickened with the sound of footsteps approaching.
She was contemplating how to escape shortly.
Only one had come inside; outside, there was another.
Downstairs, there might be more people.
But she must seize this opportunity to leave, she absolutely cannot be humiliated by this disgusting bastard.
"Little beauty, you managed to sleep even in this situation. Did Qin Mu really not touch you at all, and you purposely fell asleep to tempt me?"
The man walked to the sofa, pulled out his phone, and under its light, looked at An Lin sleeping on the sofa.
An Lin silently cursed his ancestors for eighteen generations, but her expression remained unchanged.
Feeling the light of the phone sweep from top to bottom across her body, she felt a wave of nausea but forced herself to endure.
"This skin, so tender and smooth, far better than those women at the bar." The man lasciviously admired the beauty before him: delicate features, skin like jade...
