After speaking, the hands on her waist began exerting force, pressing her down onto the sofa.
Then he pressed onto her, his hand slipped under her clothes, completely ignoring how outrageous his actions were.
In a place like this, nothing he did was surprising.
Fear gradually welled up in Su Yan's heart, and she instinctively reached out, wanting to push him away.
Before she could push, her peripheral vision caught sight that not only he was like this.
Many in the private room acted even more brazenly than him.
Every man was surrounded by one or two women for their amusement.
The room was filled with a decadent and alluring atmosphere, the only quiet place was the corner where Shen Chizheng sat.
He sat silently drinking his drink on the couch in the corner, with two women around him.
But he didn't speak, and the two women were intimidated by his indifferent expression, not daring to approach him, awkwardly staying put, ready to serve.
