Thinking of the consequences, she felt scared and struggled desperately, using her remaining hand to form a fist and punch Chen Yang's chest, but it was like hitting a stone, without any reaction.
In the end, Hong Chansha's voluptuous body pressed closely against Chen Yang, her chest squeezed into a flattened shape.
At this moment, Chen Yang finally came to his senses from the surprise earlier, realizing he was pressed underneath and immediately became furious, flipping over to change positions.
Hong Chansha let out a surprised cry but could not resist at all, only being tightly pressed under Chen Yang, their bodies so close they could feel each other's breath.
"Bastard!"
Hong Chansha, filled with shame and anger, glared at Chen Yang, just as he happened to be looking at her, and their eyes met instantly.
