Suddenly, someone gripped her ankle tightly and pulled, causing Dong Qin to lose her balance and fall. However, the expected pain did not come; instead, she fell into a warm embrace. The person flipped her over, pinning her beneath him, murmuring something she couldn’t understand, perhaps a foreign language. Lu Tuo! She stared at him in surprise. He seemed to have just woken up, his eyes half-closed, looking somewhat dazed. His light coffee-colored hair was slightly disheveled, hanging over his eyes, giving him an exotic, seductive charm. His eyes were still closed, but his hand instinctively reached for her chest, kneading it a couple of times before laughing and mumbling something in a foreign tongue. She could only pick up bits of Italian, he spoke too fast, but she could make out him calling a woman’s name—Eina. Dong Qin tried to push him away, but he clung to her like a child, his body provocatively rubbing against hers. She almost immediately felt the heat and hardness pressing against her abdomen. Before she could scream, he gently bit her lip, murmuring half-understood Italian, playfully exploring her mouth with his tongue, his breath warm and ambiguous. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, muttering more nonsense, then raised his voice, asking, “…Eina? You’re so unusually quiet today.” He reached for her thigh, slipping his hand under her skirt, laughing, “What lotion did you use? Your skin feels so smooth all of a sudden!”
Dong Qin struggled to grab his hand, whispering, “Are you having a wet dream? Look who I am!” Lu Tuo suddenly stiffened, his muscles tensing as if ready to explode with hostility. Dong Qin, intimidated by this sudden shift, dared not move. Lu Tuo opened his eyes, meeting her startled gaze. Were his eyes filled with mist or smoke? She couldn’t tell, but there was a sharp, cold light piercing through the fog in his eyes, landing directly on her. He looked at her expressionlessly for a moment before slowly withdrawing his hand. Suddenly, he smiled, the smile both innocent and mischievous. “How could you sneak up on me while I was sleeping? What if I actually assaulted you? What would we do then?” Despite his words, he remained on top of her, motionless, the hardness between his legs growing more insistent against her abdomen.
