Lin Yixun's eyes were fixed on the large hand resting on her shoulder. She suppressed the nausea rising in her stomach and spoke in a low voice, "Sir, please let go."
"Oh, not too willing, huh?" The man's hand not only didn't retract, but brazenly caressed Lin Yixun's cheek. "Tsk tsk tsk, such delicate skin, use a little force and it might just ooze water. Little girl, how old are you?"
The damp warmth touching her skin felt like thousands of ants crawling across Lin Yixun's face, causing all the hair on her body to stand on end.
Lin Yixun clenched her fist tightly and said coldly, "Sir, have some respect!"
"Respect? Ha ha ha… Since the day I was born, I've never known what respect means." The man chuckled lightly. His thin lips suddenly approached hers. "Why don't you tell me, what exactly is respect?"
The men here were mostly shameless and sleazy, having no concept of propriety and honor.
