บท 951: The Story of Ling and Heng (214)

Feng Ling was dragged back to his apartment, and even when he was pressing the combination lock, he still held her waist tightly as if she was going to escape the next second.

But did she dare to run?

No, No!

The door opened. Feng Ling was about to speak when the man pushed her in without saying a word.

It was already evening, and although the room was not pitch dark, it was hard to see clearly in the room. She was pushed onto the wall.

As the door was slammed shut, before Feng Ling could say anything, his lips fell on hers. He pressed her hard on the wall with an irresistible force, and when Feng Ling was about to push him away, he fixed her hands on both sides of her body in an instant. Now she couldn't move at all.