However, his chest was like a wall, and she failed to push him away.
Gradually, Leo turned to be wild, and even if Irish had tried her best, she could not get rid of him. She ran out of her strength and beat him, but Leo grabbed her wrists to stop her from struggling. Irish felt pain in her wrists.
She was disheveled, her hair in a mess.
The buttons of her shirt were also loosened because she struggled.
Leo couldn't control himself and began to kiss her chin.
Irish was pressed against the cold wall, but Leo's warm chest clung to her.
A sense of cold spread over her body, but she could not move or make a sound. Leo's heavy breath hovered over her head, and his hands hurt her.
It also happened once before, but this time Irish felt so desperate.
When she exerted her effort to struggle, Leo's hot breath was like a needle pricking into her head. A scene flashed in front of her eye. It was a gloomy scene.
