This lounge is located on the first floor, with many colleagues taking lunch breaks in the adjacent hall.
Though the thin door had been closed by He Yingdong, the soundproofing wasn't very effective.
If Li Jiaqi screamed, the colleagues would definitely hear.
She couldn't afford to lose face; she didn't want anyone to see her doing this with a man here.
...
She clenched the quilt with both hands, desperately trying to escape.
However, she ultimately had nowhere to run, and was pushed hard into the corner of the bed by him.
Tears streamed down her face, hatred for He Yingdong surged rapidly within her heart.
He Yingdong's large hands tightly gripped her slender waist, the extreme pleasure like a spark igniting the explosive power of his body. It also instantly awakened his most primal desire for her.
This woman was his!
Always has been.
Li Jiaqi whimpered, softly pleading with him.
Yet he couldn't hear her; all the accumulated desires over time erupted at this moment.
