After dancing, Jiang Yang returned to the dressing room to rest. The vigorous exercise made her body break out into a thin layer of sweat. Her thin clothes clung to her body slightly, making her figure more exquisite and graceful.
She lowered her eyes and fiddled with her phone twice.
Suddenly, there was the sound of locks being locked in her ears. Before she could react, her body was pulled hard and she fell into the man's arms.
The familiar woody aroma mixed with the smell of drunken wine floated over.
Jiang Yang raised his eyes and looked into the man's deep eyes.
Her hand holding the man's suit trembled, her lips parted slightly, and she said in confusion: "Second Master."
Ye Tu lowered his eyelids deeply, his cold eyes glancing over Jiang Yang's dress.
The almost transparent thin shirt was put on her body. If she moved a little, the scenery inside would be vaguely visible. How much of the fierce dance just now had to be seen?
His expression was unreadable and his tone was mocking: "You're dressed quite coolly."
Ye Tushen waved his hand, and the clothes on Jiangyang's shoulders slipped off, revealing a large area of porcelain white skin.
The coolness passed by, leaving behind a sense of coldness, and Jiang Yang trembled subconsciously.
"Second Master, what...are you going to do?"
Her timid voice was filled with panic, and her eyes subconsciously evaded.
Jiangyang never expected to see Ye Tushen so soon. His appearance caught her by surprise.
Ye Tushen's fingertips touched the delicate skin of Jiangyang's bare shoulders. He slowly increased his strength and rubbed a touch of red on the fair skin.
Jiang Yang's little face turned a bit colorful, and she whispered in pain: "Second Master, please be gentle."
Ye Tu raised his eyelids deeply and snorted disdainfully, "Jiang Yang, did you become like this when you left me and gave up on yourself? Are you now a human being and you can play with him?"
He spoke insulting words without any regard for Jiang Yang's feelings.
Jiang Yang lowered his eyes, gathered up his clothes, and covered his shoulders. What she wanted to cover was not the shame that was exposed, but to cover the broken self and preserve the last bit of dignity.
She retorted in a weak tone, "No, I just came here to dance. I didn't think about seducing anyone. I've only played with you since I've grown up."
The next moment, Ye Tu held Jiang Yang's waist deeply, picked her up easily, and placed her on the dressing table. The bottles and jars on it scattered with a loud splash, and some were even swept to the ground, making a muffled clanking sound.
Jiang Yang's eyes trembled, looking at the sinister look in his eyes.
"Second Master..."
"hiss!"
The thin fabric torn into pieces on Ye Tushen's hands, fell down along Jiangyang's tender skin, and scattered on the ground.
"Okay, then let me play."
He lowered his head and bit Jiangyang's collarbone with his teeth.
"Brother Shen, it hurts."
Jiang Yang trembled and couldn't control her hands. She grabbed Ye Tushen's suit and pulled it outwards. Her strength was weak and she couldn't break away from Ye Tushen's grip.
Ye Tushen had no intention of showing mercy, and he refused to let go until the taste of blood spread in his mouth.
He used his fingertips to wipe away the blood stains on his lips. He stared at the red stain on his fingertips and curled his lips: "Jiangyang, are you still flirting?"
Big tears rolled out of Jiang Yang's eyes, and he could clearly feel the tearing in his collarbone, and the pain was constant.
Catching up with Ye Tushen's dark eyes, her vision was unclear again.
"No more waste."
Her soft voice was slightly crying, as if she was begging for mercy, but also seemed to be begging for peace.
Ye Tushen's eyes cast contempt on Jiangyang wantonly, and his thin lips faintly said: "Please."
Jiangyang choked, raised her timid eyes slightly, clenched her palms, and said word by word: "Please, Brother Shen."
