She desperately twisted her head, trying to struggle, but a large hand landed on the back of her head, tightly encircling her skull. No matter how much she resisted, her clenched teeth were still pried open, and along with the man's rough panting, her mouth was forcefully invaded and occupied.
Tears immediately streamed down her cheeks in the endless darkness, the girl sobbed in despair, her fingernails scratching against the wall, leaving one after another striking mark.
The man was probably truly drunk, kissing her very rudely, and with Mu Zhenzhen's struggles, a bloody taste quickly filled the space between their lips and teeth.
This taste seemed to gradually restore some of the man's rationality. His kisses suddenly became gentle, grinding against those soft lips bit by bit, and his hand that was pressing down tightly on the girl's wrist gradually slid down, slowly landing in the girl's palm, fingers tightly interlocking with hers.
Mu Zhenzhen suddenly gave up struggling.
