"Let go of me, let go!" Xia Yangyang almost used all her limbs to struggle.
But in the confined space, she was unable to fully exert herself.
The man seemed not to have heard her words.
Xia Yangyang could only gauge from his actions that sense of near-desperate fury.
Seeing her clothes about to be torn open,
Xia Yangyang almost roared out: "Gu Qichen, if you keep this up, I'll accuse you of rape!"
Xia Yangyang's words finally made Gu Qichen stop all his movements.
Not because of Xia Yangyang's threat,
but when Xia Yangyang called out his full name in anger, it felt familiar to Gu Qichen.
For an instant, Gu Qichen felt as if the former Xia Yangyang had returned.
Taking advantage of Gu Qichen's momentary relaxation,
Xia Yangyang hurriedly pushed Gu Qichen away.
Then she adjusted her clothes.
Xia Yangyang's gaze was filled with raging fury, and an inexplicable mix of embarrassment and shame.
And that look was as if she was staring at an enemy.
