Chapter 8: 8.第8章 谢谢你上我

An unprecedented sense of weakness and exhaustion flooded her limbs; this was a level of fatigue Feng Qingcheng had never experienced before.

She did not know exactly how long she had been asleep. Even when she vaguely sensed someone unbuttoning her clothes, she was so groggy that she lacked even the strength to lift her eyelids.

It was only the gradual onset of a headache that made Feng Qingcheng want to support her head with her hand, but before her arm could even rise, it was pressed firmly against the bed by a large hand.

"Feng the Fifth, with a scrawny frame like yours, even the combination of knockout powder and aphrodisiacs couldn't fully take you down... You really are quite a surprise..."

As this rather lewd voice entered her ears, Feng Qingcheng felt the clothing on her chest being torn away. The sound of "rip" reached her ears, instantly jolting her awake.

As her vision cleared, she abruptly saw her pale purple undergarment at her chest.

And pressing down upon her body was actually a man with fair skin, approximately twenty years of age, shirtless, with a face full of lustful malice.

At this moment, her wrists were being held down firmly by him.

Seeing Feng Qingcheng's blurred eyes slowly open, the lecherous smile in the man's eyes became even more pronounced.

"Feng the Fifth, I didn't expect a little wench like you to have such strength. If I let you escape, how could I, Jin Zhong, continue to hold my ground in this capital? I advise you not to struggle and just submit to me obediently. Otherwise, when the effects of that bowl of aphrodisiac you drank kick in, you'll be crying and begging for someone to take you, but I'm afraid no one will come..."

His gaze fell upon Feng Qingcheng's face with extreme disgust, the corners of his mouth curling into a highly mocking expression.

"Feng the Fifth, tell me, with a terrifying face like yours, besides me being kind enough to take you, who else in this world would dare touch you..."

Feng Qingcheng's eyes momentarily froze; it seemed as though she was supposed to be grateful to this man for his "kindness" in taking her.

Jin Zhong's hand slowly reached toward the towering peaks before him. He had to admit, the fact that this woman possessed such high mounds was an unexpected surprise.

Just as he was about to tear away the final piece of covering, a sharp, piercing shout suddenly rang in his ear: "You dare..."

This shout startled Jin Zhong's hand into an instinctive pause. When he realized that this shout had come from the mouth of the disheveled woman beneath him, his eyes filled with astonishment.

"You can actually speak..."

Feng Qingcheng's expression instantly darkened, and her voice suddenly rose in decibels once more: "Are you looking for death? You dare try to eat my tofu?"

As she spoke, she moved her wrists, attempting to sit up, but it seemed as if all the strength had been drained from her body, rendering the effort useless.

On the contrary, this small act of resistance and struggle seemed to remind Jin Zhong, further stimulating his male instincts. With a low growl, his foul mouth pressed down directly.

Within Feng Qingcheng's eyes, obscured by her dark hair, a flash of sinister, cold light suddenly erupted as she spat out a cold rebuke: "Die..."

As the words fell, her slender, long legs suddenly thrust upward. Her knee struck directly against the man's buttocks, flipping the completely unprepared man straight off the bed.