Meng Jingyi was terrified. She thought of Ye Zhi Ning, and at that moment, she felt like a mistress who had stolen someone else's husband, and also like a traitor betraying a friend. Her heart was filled with intense resistance, fear, and unease.
She pushed against Xiao Heng forcefully, struggling desperately, but Xiao Heng's strength was overwhelming. His hands gripped her face, and his towering body pinned her tightly against the wall, leaving her no room to escape, forcing her to endure him, to feel him.
Xiao Heng's love was too heavy, too intense, and its sudden release scared Meng Jingyi terribly. She was like a bewildered child, helpless, only able to evade, hide, and distance herself.
"No... um... Xiao Heng... don't..."
Meng Jingyi struggled desperately, tears streaming down her face.
