Lu Yinfeng was almost carried out of the bar by Mo Qianyan.
While Mo Qianyan spoke soothingly to Lu Yinfeng, he did not try to hide his sinister intentions.
"Yinfeng, you will feel very comfortable," he said.
"I had thought about taking it slow, moving you, making you willing... But who can blame me, you're so enchanting, I can't hold back..."
"Lu Yinfeng, I've told you, sooner or later, you will become my woman... You are my wife..."
As he spoke, Mo Qianyan leaned in and forcefully inhaled the fragrance of Lu Yinfeng's nape.
Lu Yinfeng's consciousness was blurring, unable to distinguish north from south, east from west.
The last bit of her willpower was still struggling desperately.
But to Mo Qianyan, this resistance was no different from a futile effort.
"So hot... someone... someone come save me..." Lu Yinfeng murmured intermittently.
She hated the feeling of being held by Mo Qianyan.
The ringtone of a cellphone sounded.
It was Lu Yinfeng's.