Tan Weixiong directly pressed He Tang onto the hotel's large bed.
He Tang's mind had sobered up a long time ago, but she had not regained her strength.
Resisting a physically fit adult male was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Tan Weixiong, frantic with lust, couldn't help but bite down on He Tang's round, fair shoulder.
He Tang's scream sounded at the same time, igniting his animalistic fervor completely.
He Tang struggled, pushing with her hands, kicking with her feet.
But sadly, it was all to no avail.
As Tan Weixiong tore at her clothes with one hand, he panted and said, "What is Zhang Qian anyway? Did he give you money? Just make me happy tonight, and I have plenty of money. You can have as much as you want, but you need to obey."
"Let go of me..."
He Tang's voice almost changed its tone.
