The "Uncle Sheng" left in the room yanked off his padded jacket and threw it on the floor.
Song Ning sat quietly on the edge of the heated brick bed, watching him without the slightest change in her expression.
The man sneered. "You're something else! Not even a blush or a racing heartbeat! I like a woman with guts!"
His gaze was lecherous and his tone flippant, as though he were well practiced at this.
Song Ning looked at him and asked, "Your surname is Ding?"
The man walked to the window and swept the dusty curtains shut with a swish.
Turning back, he said sinisterly, "Ding Yongsheng! Ding Yongchang's youngest brother, A Pu's youngest uncle! The only person in the Ding Family still alive!"
He strode forward and shoved Song Ning down onto the brick bed...
"So today, I'm getting a little payback out of you! Wouldn't you say I deserve it?"
With that, he reached for Song Ning's collar.
Song Ning had been ready. She rolled aside and kicked as hard as she could at Ding Yongsheng's crotch.
What she had not expected was that Ding Yongsheng knew martial arts-and was no slouch, either.
Not only did her kick miss, but he also caught her shoulder and pinned it in place.
Ding Yongsheng actually sounded excited. He gave two strange cackles and said:
"Heh heh! I heard you were a tough one! Didn't think much of it! Who knew the gift Xiaoming sent me this time would be so much to my liking!"
With that, he lunged at her again.
Song Ning dodged aside. No longer daring to take him lightly, she began fighting him in earnest.
The longer Ding Yongsheng fought, the more excited he became.
But the longer Song Ning fought, the more alarmed she grew!