Midnight.
Zhuang Qingyan, smelling slightly of alcohol, easily opened the door to the nanny's room and pressed on me.
I woke up immediately, the hot and moist breath brushed my neck, and a hand began to move around my body, provoking my vagina.
I was a little angry and yelled, "Zhuang Qingyan, please wake up, I am not Qin Yue."
Zhuang Qingyan raised his head, pinched my chin and sneered, "Auntie, you are much older than Qin Yue!"
I struggled desperately, but no matter whether it was threats, warnings, begging for mercy, or abuse, nothing worked.
"Didn't you say that just looking at me makes you sick? Are you asking for disgust now?"
Zhuang Qingyan raised his eyebrows after hearing these innocuous words. He didn't have any sense of moral integrity, "Yeah! You're just asking for disgust. What about you? Are you disgusting?"
Concept: Money, power and sex, who can withstand the temptation?