With a hiss, Xia Yinian’s top was torn to shreds.
"No!" The girl’s screaming voice was swallowed by the man.
She really was drunk, she wasn’t Yu Wanqing, she wasn’t!
Having struggled free one hand, Xia Yinian didn’t push him because she was certain she couldn’t move him.
At this ti, she couldn’t save herself; her only option was to seek help.
Her mobile phone was right on the bed just a mont ago, how co she couldn’t find it now?
"Um..."
Her body was captured by a large palm, and Xia Yinian almost threw the mobile phone that had just reached her grasp back onto the bed.
She took a deep breath and held onto the mobile phone tightly.
Relying on intuition, she unlocked the phone and, despite feeling unwell, managed to dial a number.
Not only did the person on the other end of the phone know, even the man on her body knew that she was in pain, even beginning to cry.
Still in a bathrobe, Feng Yan arrived at the door of the room, hesitated for half a second, but still pushed the door and went in.
Xia Yinian hugged the quilt tightly, lying on her side with her back to the two n over there, her tears still falling uncontrollably.
She didn’t want this; she had her own life she wanted to live, and even less did she want to be soone else’s substitute.
"Go bring her so clothes over."
The man sitting on the edge of the bed, with his icy aura, made the temperature in the entire room drop several degrees.
The girl, who was sobbing, frowned tightly, and even stopped crying.
He wasn’t drunk; could he still command the Third Young Master to bring clothes for her if he was drunk?
But if he wasn’t drunk, why would he do this to her?
He liked her body, but did his heart only love Yu Wanqing?
Xia Yinian felt increasingly pitiful, and her tears still wouldn’t stop flowing.
She didn’t want to cry, because crying over this kind of man was utterly pointless.
Xia Yinian, won’t you please stop crying?
Her heart felt sour, and she didn’t know which part was hollowed out, feeling like it could never be filled again for the rest of her life.
Feng Yan’s gaze swept over the small figure huddled in the corner of the bed and then fell back on Gu Beicheng.
Giving him a "don’t ss around" look, Feng Yan turned and left.
She was becoming more and more confused about these two; they obviously had feelings for each other, so why did they always end up in such a ss?
Gu Beicheng, this guy, he also could not figure out; weren’t won supposed to be coaxed? Look at what he was doing now?
What he understood the least was that this obviously was a matter between two people, and he had known long ago that they were together.
So what was he doing getting involved now?
However, if sothing happened to Xia Yinian, Grandpa would be sad.
Let’s just say, he didn’t want to sadden Grandpa.
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