NOVEL NEXT When Su Ruoqing was about to reach the table, she was blocked by a large hand crosswise halfway.
Leng Yuhe directly wrapped his arms around her waist.
The man’s warm and sturdy chest was tightly pressed against her back, and his searing breath could be sensed on her sensitive earlobe.
“Want to die?” he asked.
Su Ruoqing’s small ear quickly reddened, and even half of her face turned reddish, as if she had worn makeup. She looked so charming.
“Let go of me!” She struggled.
Since she had decided to die, she had more courage.
Leng Yuhe clung to her ear, hummed and sneered. His arms tightened, and he gently held her up before pressing her against the cold wall.
The distance between the two was drawn closer instantly, and they were face to face.
“You are actually…” he said as he grabbed her fair-skinned thigh with his gloved fingers and went deeper. “A little naughty wildcat.”
As soon as he finished his words, his fingers were unceremoniously pressed on her softest and most sensitive part.
Su Ruoqing stiffened as the strange feeling and invasion frightened her.
Her face was pale. While pushing Leng Yuhe’s chest with her little hand, she shouted in shock, “Let me go! Rascal!”
But the harder she struggled, the more excited Leng Yuhe was.
It seemed like he was teasing a pet, taking her panic reaction as a pleasure.
He was such a cruel and hateful man.
His fingers were getting farther and deeper, and Su Ruoqing was forced to almost scream.
In a panic, she simply grasped the military coat on Leng Yuhe’s chest and bit him hard on his shoulder.
His shoulder was stiff, like a stone, making her teeth ache, and she wanted to let go of it, but she heard Leng Yuhe’s sneer, and the fingers between her thighs became even more reckless.
Su Ruoqing was angry and didn’t give in but tried hard to bite his shoulder bone.
The two of them were in a standoff when a man’s voice suddenly sounded outside the bedroom.
“General, we have caught the person you want.”
Leng Yuhe didn’t stop or even take a deep breath. He stared at Su Ruoqing’s flustered pale face, calmly speaking. “Bring him over. Wait for me in the living room.”
“Yes,” the soldier outside the door answered and rapidly retreated.
Su Ruoqing was still biting Leng Yuhe’s shoulder, and her brain was messy. She wondered what she should do if he insisted on forcing her and whether she would just bite her tongue and kill herself.
But the man’s hand suddenly stopped at this time.
He retreated and Su Ruoqing fell on the floor powerlessly.
She still clearly felt the man’s touch with his gloved fingers between her thighs, and she was so ashamed that she wanted to die and also hated this man to the bone.
“Little Wildcat, you’re really sensitive,” he said with a playful smile, lowered his eyes and looked at his hand.
On the white glove, a clear trace of water was reflected.
Su Ruoqing raised her head and glanced at it. In an instant, she blushed with shame, and bit her pink lip with indignation.
Leng Yuhe still smiled faintly, slowly peeling the gloves off, throwing them on the carpet, and talking to Su Ruoqing. “Get up and follow me out.”
Su Ruoqing was stunned.
Where was she going with him?
Could this man continue to play tricks on her in front of the servants outside?
Before Su Ruoqing could figure it out, Leng Yuhe turned around and walked out.
“I have given you a chance. Follow me. Otherwise you…”
He was tall, with long legs, and had reached the door after a few steps. He didn’t look back, but his cold voice alone was enough to threaten Su Ruoqing.
“I’ll personally strip you off, then drag you out and throw you to my men to let them have fun.”
Su Ruoqing had cold sweat all over.
Just the thought about that scene was enough to make Su Ruoqing have a living death.
She hurriedly got up, buckling up the loose buckles before struggling to keep up with Leng Yuhe.
When she walked out of the room door, Leng Yuhe’s back just disappeared in the revolving staircase.
Su Ruoqing quickened her pace, pressed the dress with high splits, and ran in a hurry to catch up.