And reality unfolded exactly as Jiang Ruoyun had anticipated.
At this moment, Lu Feng was indeed locked in an extraordinarily fierce "struggle."
But his opponent was not Luo Tianfu and his group. It was Chu Youwei's slender, fair hands beneath the quilt—those lovely fingers like tender green scallions and jade—while he fought against the tingling sensations that periodically surged from their tips.
At the same time, the stimulation brought by the guilt and utter shame in his heart made it pound wildly without cease.
This truly was a life-or-death struggle!
In contrast, Luo Tianfu and his guard, Uncle De, had quieted down. The reason they no longer made a move was that Luo Tianci had returned at the critical moment.
He had interrupted Uncle De's poised third palm strike.
Lu Feng had initially thought that, with the atmosphere easing, Chu Youwei's grip would loosen somewhat as well. Yet unexpectedly, she only tightened it further, showing no inclination whatsoever to let go.
This made Lu Feng's heart hammer even harder. He desperately resisted the unrest from down there, while outwardly maintaining a composed facade as he dealt with Luo Tianci and the others.
In truth, Chu Youwei also felt utterly innocent and helpless. If she had any choice, how could she possibly do something so mortifying? Yet in her current predicament, this was the only thing she could do. Once she lost this leverage, she feared Lu Feng would turn around and sell her out at once.
Without this series of threats hanging over him, Chu Youwei might perhaps have hoped that Lu Feng would show some kindness and protect her. But after threatening him so mercilessly, anyone would harbor resentment. How could this possibly end well?
So, in Chu Youwei's eyes, no matter how humiliating it was, it was still