Seeing the man in front of her unfazed, the disparity in strength and momentum made her feel humiliated and aggrieved, but in the end, she just couldn't overpower this man by even half a point.
Her eyes reddened and tears helplessly flowed down.
"Psycho, lunatic, pervert, damn pervert... Jackson Russo..."
Jackson Russo deeply looked at her, watching her struggle, curse at him, glare at him, cry with grievances and pity...
The emotions in his eyes grew even heavier!
The scent of body wash lingered from his recent shower, and in the struggle, he broke into a sweat, making the fragrance even more intense, disorienting one's mind and nerves.
"Psycho, lunatic... let me go!"
"No..."
"No what! Damn you... stop moving!"
As soon as he finished his words, without giving Yumi Stewart any chance to react, he suddenly picked her up and placed her on the ground next to them. He pressed his body tightly against her from behind, forcing her hands to support against the wall.
