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Bang.

The door was kicked open by someone. An Xin's small body, which had been curled up on the bed, trembled in fear. She raised her head and looked at the door.

When he saw the man in a suit, An Xin's heart suddenly shrunk, and she subconsciously retreated.

The corner of his mouth curled up into a sneer as his entire body was covered in frost. Anger and desire intertwined in his eyes.

An Xin looked at the danger in his eyes and started to panic for no reason.

"Mister Gong."

She forced herself to calm down, but her trembling lips betrayed her.

With a cold smile on his face, Gong Sheng stepped forward and pressed her down onto the bed. A powerful kiss landed on her lips.

He wanted to tell her that he was much stronger than that pig, that he wanted her to know that he was a palace saint.

"Ugh …" "You …"

An Xin cried out in alarm.

Her eyes widened as she tried to push him away, but she didn't move.

While she struggled, Gong Sheng's tall body pressed down bit by bit. With one hand, he grabbed away her flailing hands, and with the other, he directly tore off her thin clothes.

"Rip!"

"Gong Sheng, you …"

"Ugh …"

An Xin opened her eyes wide, wanting to struggle free, but he was so domineering that she had no way to retreat.

The room was filled with the strong scent of male hormones. She was relieved from the initial struggle to finally being unable to bear it anymore.

It wasn't until she was completely powerless to struggle, until she felt waves of dizziness, that Gong Sheng finally released her.

Gong Sheng could clearly see the fear in her eyes and the fury in them grew even stronger. Lowering his head once more, he fiercely kissed the snow-white neck.

"No."

An Xin's face flashed with panic, she struggled to avoid his kiss.

However, Gong Sheng held her down on the bed. The more she struggled, the more furious he became, thinking back to what she said to Tinky just now, Gong Sheng couldn't help but burn with rage.

"Pain." An Xin stopped struggling as she felt a sharp pain on her shoulder. Lowering her head, she saw that Gong Sheng was frantically biting her shoulder.

"Gong Sheng, you lunatic, let me go." The fear in An Xin's eyes grew more and more intense. She wanted to withdraw from his suppression, but she found that she had exhausted all of her energy.

Gong Sheng clenched tightly onto her shoulder without letting go, his teeth digging into her skin. The smell of her blood made his brain clear for a few seconds.

But very quickly, the lust in her body took over and the kiss from the palace saint started to move forward from her shoulder.

"No! Gongsheng, you lunatic! How are you going to let me go?!" An Xin powerlessly howled. Once again, she was powerless to tear. Her face was drenched, and his eyes were wet.

The corner of Gong Sheng's eyes shrunk abruptly, that feeling of being unable to breathe flashed through his heart once again.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at her for a long time. "An Xin, didn't you say that you'd rather let the pig bow down?"

"I'll tell you right now what it's like to have Pig Arch." Gong Sheng forcefully suppressed the discomfort in his heart, lowering his head to plunder.

"No, I'm begging you, palace saint, don't …" An Xin powerlessly shook her head, her tears were like beads with a broken string.

Gong Sheng, however, didn't even spare her a glance as he directly barged into her body.

An Xin immediately cried out in pain, "Don't, it hurts."