Chapter 4: Uncontrollably Touching Her
Translator: Divine Link
From Feng Sheng’s murderous aura and lightning-quick punch, you can tell he has practiced martial arts and is quite skilled.
If you were to make a comparison, even ten Jiang Haifeng’s wouldn’t be able to match him.
Coupled with the pitiful screams of Jiang Haifeng, every punch and every kick carried a bit of Feng Sheng’s fury.
You could say that if he was hesitating to save Luo Yangyang before he broke down the door, then after seeing her lying completely bare on the bed, he wanted to beat Jiang Haifeng to a pulp.
In the room, Jiang Haifeng’s screams were endless. The miserable cries would make a passerby’s hair stand on end.
The one-sided battle took only one minute.
The Jiang Haifeng, who wanted to rape Luo Yangyang, lay bloodily on the floor.
His legs looked like it had been sawed by a rusty saw, painfully tearing his flesh.
Looking at his oddly-twisted legs jutting out at peculiar angles makes him seem like he only has half a body.
Luo Yangyang looked down at Jiang Haifeng, who didn’t even have the energy to hate, and was a bit confused.
When her puzzled eyes traveled to Feng Sheng, she was frightened by his killing pressure.
“Big-Big Brother?” Her blurry line of sight could only vaguely depict his facial contours. Luo Yangyang struggled to widen her eyes, unable to believe it.
Why is he here?
Didn’t he push her away in disgust and walk away?
Feng Sheng turned and sharply gazed at Luo Yangyang.
The next second, he walked towards her while pulling off his suit jacket. In one smooth motion, he wrapped it around her and picked her up at the waist.
In the embrace of an extremely masculine man, listening to the strong and steady rhythm of Feng Sheng’s heart, each beat like it was seducing her, Luo Yangyang’s face turned even more unnaturally red.
She squeezed her eyes shut and tightly held onto Feng Sheng’s neck, almost strangling him.
He is her stepfather’s son; he is her brother. She can’t think these thoughts.
His face was cold as he carried her to his private room in the Crown Club hotel. Feng Sheng carelessly threw her onto the bed, not gentle at all.
Luo Yangyang shifted and the jacket slipped, revealing the light of spring.
After being chucked away, Luo Yangyang felt even more uncomfortable. In her pain, she unwittingly cried, “Un.”
It’s so hot, so uncomfortable.
Feng Sheng stood in front of the bed. She appeared delicate and fragile at the moment, and his cold demeanor became even colder.
Under the incandescent light, her body was covered in red and extremely tempting. Her slender legs were overlapping, rubbing together in pain. The erotic scene caused his throat to go dry.
“Damn it!” Feng Sheng unbuttoned two shirt buttons with irritation and suddenly got on top of Luo Yangyang. Holding her small chin, he asked, “Do you want me to find a man for you or throw you away?”
Feng Sheng’s breaths grew deeper. His desire overpowered him in the face of the Luo Yangyang, and he temporarily lost his mind. He hooked a hand behind her head, and pressed his lips against her slightly parted, cherry-red lips.
The hand holding her chin inadvertently tightened.
Her lips were so hot they could burn him. Lustful and erotic, he uncontrollably rubbed against her. The small moan that escaped her lips made blood rush to his head. His coldness seemed like a bottomless well.
“Are you aware of what you’re doing?” Feng Sheng didn’t push her away, but coldly stared at her, carrying hints of danger.