Her ripped red dress was yanked away and discarded like trash, landing in a forgotten heap on the floor. A wave of cold air washed over her bare skin, and a gasp of pure shock escaped her lips.
Instinct took over. Her hands flew up, one arm crossing over her breasts while the other moved to shield the heat between her legs.
"Don't hide..." His voice was a low growl, slurred but firm, cutting through her panic.
His hand shot out, gripping her wrist with surprising strength and pulling her arm away from her chest. His eyes, dark and intense in the dim light, roamed over her exposed body.
"So beautiful..."
Jiang Xinyue's breath hitched, and her cheeks turned red. She always imaged what Mo Yuzhen looked when he was in such a state, what kind of expression he had when he fucked all those bitches.
