Song Lin dragged Tan Rou to the stairwell next to the toilet. No one would be here usually, and the floor they were on was relatively high. Basically, no one would come up from the stairs.
Tan Jing was pressed against the safety door by Song Lin, gasping for breath.
"Song Lin…What do you want?" Tan Jing felt uneasy. "Let's talk about it when all of these are over."
Song Lin smiled evilly and reached out to touch her face with makeup. No matter what, Tan Jing was quite good-looking. Moreover, she looked even more beautiful with the makeup, making him want to tear apart this luxurious gown even more."
"This dress isn't a cheap one, right?" Song Lin asked.
Tan Jing's heart was alarmed, but she dared not be fierce with Song Lin. She could only plead, "Song Lin, this dress is very important to me. Please don't lay your hands on it!"
