Just as Sang Luo was about to let out a gasp, a hand shot out to cover her mouth. She fell back onto a pair of long, firm thighs, able to produce only pitiful, muffled whimpers. The man had even cunningly set up a sound-isolating barrier inside the sedan chair, preventing anyone outside from noticing the commotion.
She was facing the sedan door and couldn't see her assailant's face, but his build was clearly that of a man!
'What a brazen lecher, to dare something like this in the Princess's own wedding sedan…'
The man reeked of alcohol, the smell so strong it made her nose sting.
Sang Luo immediately tried to run, but his strength was astonishing. The man forcefully gripped her chin, his kisses desperate on the nape of her neck. He moved from gently nibbling her earlobe to kissing the corner of her lips… His breath on her skin made her tremble, and a faint, numbing tingle spread through her.
"You!"
Sang Luo's face flushed crimson, and her breathing grew ragged.
