Li Yuanzhi felt as though she had had a very, very long dream. Some extremely shameful things had happened in it. She wanted to wake up, yet she was somewhat reluctant to let go of that unprecedented sensation.
That feeling became increasingly real, nothing like a dream at all. Li Yuanzhi suddenly realized that there really was someone on top of her. The shock was no small matter, and she hurriedly kicked at that person.
Though she was the daughter of an official, she had never cared for needlework since childhood and instead longed for the martial world. Moreover, there happened to be a senior master living incognito in her residence. By a fortunate coincidence, she had learned a respectable level of martial arts.
She was on the verge of shock and terror, so that kick was utterly merciless and vicious. Coupled with the suddenness of it all, it was impossible to guard against.
Yet the other party was not sent flying as she had expected. Instead, he casually raised a hand. Though his movements seemed agonizingly slow to Li Yuanzhi, he somehow struck after yet arrived first, catching her smooth ankle at precisely the right moment.
Song Qingshu smiled. "Women really are fickle. Just now, you were so gentle and submissive, but now you're turning your back on me."
Unfortunately, he was currently wearing Jia Baoyu's mask. That smile looked utterly lecherous in Li Yuanzhi's eyes. "Shameless!"
Li Yuanzhi had no idea why such a thing had happened, but her years of experience in the martial world told her that this man must have used some despicable method to violate her.
Thinking that the pure body she had preserved for more than ten years had been taken by a strange man so inexplicably, Li Yuanzhi was overcome with grief