The man pulled her upstairs. Ning Guiwan, stunned for a moment, quickly realized what was happening. The dry, warm touch on her wrist prompted her to struggle. "What are you doing?"
Worried about alerting others, Ning Guiwan kept her voice very low. To Quan Yu's ears, however, it sounded like a soft, coquettish murmur.
He turned and looked at the girl. Her face, devoid of makeup, was still exquisitely delicate. She must have been in a hurry; the collar of the shirt she had thrown on wasn't fully buttoned, leaving the top two undone. As she struggled, it skewed slightly to the left, revealing a large expanse of her fair skin. His gaze lingered on her slender collarbone for half a second before he looked away, his steps quickening as he headed toward his room.
Ning Guiwan didn't know what he intended to do, yet a part of her seemed to. This vague, unsettling premonition made her heart pound uncontrollably with nerves.
She struggled even harder.
"Uncle Yu..."
