"Then Mrs. Whitmore, let's exchange contact information. I will definitely visit Mrs. Whitmore some other day."
Yasin took out his cell phone, smiled faintly and looked at Lena, who was tightly clamping her legs together, with a flushed face and eyes full of confusion.
Lena's chest rose and fell violently, and her breathing became a little rapid. Looking at the man in front of her who was looking at her playfully, Lena's heart was full of contradictions.
She wanted to refuse and escape. She knew very well that the boy in front of her was a devil. If she got close to this devil, she would be gradually controlled by him and completely degenerate into his plaything.
However, her body instinctively longed for the ravage and humiliation from the boy in front of her.
The shameful and humiliating feeling made her unable to stop.
