Qin Shu suddenly opened her sleepy eyes. Before she could react to what had happened, she bumped into a pair of eyes that were as cold as the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month. She could not help but become alert.
The man was on top of her. Perhaps he was afraid that she would resist, so he pressed down on her especially tightly. His two big hands were also pressed tightly on both sides of her head, making her unable to move.
Her wrists were slender. When she was pressed down with great force, she pinched her bones, and an unbearable pain assaulted her.
She frowned slightly. "What are you trying to do? Let go of me immediately."
The man did not let go of her. Instead, he tightened his grip on her and asked coldly, "I want to ask you what you want to do to me?"
