The room was plunged into darkness. The bodyguard outside discreetly closed the door, pressing the "Do not disturb" button on the doorplate's LCD screen.
"Do not disturb."
"Zhou Luchen!"
"You're hurting my hand again!"
He was preoccupied and ignored her cry. With one hand, he lifted her by the waist and threw her onto the sofa.
Shen Jing's head jolted from the impact. In the blink of an eye, a dark figure swept over her. His solid, powerful body pressed down, and a long arm shot out, pinning her wrists above her head.
Shen Jing's legs thrashed restlessly. She kicked out, not knowing what she struck, but whatever it was made her freeze. Instantly, she became docile, daring not to make another rash move.
In the silent darkness, Zhou Luchen expertly pinched her chin.
A little more force and her jaw felt like it might dislocate. Pain shot through her, but she bit down hard, refusing to utter a sound.
