Seventh Young Master has always been a man of action; he never limits himself to mere words.
Before Xia Yinian could regain her composure, her body was suddenly flipped over, facing a stone pillar and being pressed down.
The man behind her pressed one hand on her shoulder while his other hand, with long fingers, reached for the zipper at the back of her dress and gently pulled it down.
Instantly feeling a chill on her skin, Xia Yinian's body trembled slightly out of fear.
"Seventh Young Master, this is the Gu Family home, please don't go too far!"
If she could struggle, if there were any chance of hope in struggling, she wouldn't hesitate.
But she had tried many times, and with him merely pressing down on her shoulders, she couldn't break free at all!
Gu Beicheng's grip was entirely too much for Xia Yinian to bear!
She had never felt vulnerable before, but in front of him, she was nothing but an ant, frail and easily swayed by the wind!
