"Ah—I'm, I'm going to fall!" Han Jing felt that half of her body was hanging over the railing, yet she couldn't muster any strength. She wanted to grab Su Yu, but her fingers were tingling, making her involuntarily tighten them, her heart about to leap out.
Su Yu chuckled softly, tightened his arm around her waist, and whispered, "You won't fall..."
Han Jing was already trembling from his teasing, her taut legs instinctively wrapping around him, afraid she might fall, wanting to cling to him like an octopus.
She thought Su Yu would carry her away, but unexpectedly, he shamelessly tore open her clothes, pressed her waist, and entered her body. The soul-stirring sensation made Han Jing both crumble and enjoy a rare moment of clarity as she shouted at him, "You, you bastard! This, what kind of place is this, you, you just..."
But her fragmented voice was quickly muffled by Su Yu, who held her and sped up his movements.
She felt herself going insane!
