The man sat comfortably on the edge of the bed with his protruding belly, very close to An Ying.
"Mr. Su, you should leave quickly, or I will call for someone." Ignoring his affectionate words, An Ying only wanted to distance herself from him.
She swiftly moved to the other side of the bed.
Su Jianteng, quick as a flash, grabbed her slender wrist.
"An Ying, I truly like you." Seeing her intense reaction, Su Jianteng noticed she was far from those women who pretended to resist in the past, and his patience was waning.
"Let go." An Ying tried to push him away, and as she flung her hand, her phone dropped to the floor, but she didn't pay any mind, only wanting to break free from the man's grasp.
"An Ying, stop fooling around, be with me, okay?" As he spoke, he had already kicked off his shoes, kneeling as he moved toward An Ying.
"Help..." An Ying cried out in panic, her disheveled hair falling over her back and chest.
