There's an old saying in China, "A gentleman does not deceive in private."
Although this "private" is not the same as that one, it doesn't matter at this moment.
What really matters is that, in the dim light where heartbeats intensify, within the closed space where senses amplify, certain subtle emotions can grow, take root, and sprout in one's heart.
Mr. Lu had never been a gentleman.
He pulled Yu Qingyue into the bathroom to create an environment to take advantage of her.
What else could it be for?
"We're already here."
The man ignored Yu Qingyue's pleading expression and whispered close to her ear.
"But, Mr. Lu, could we not..."
"No."
Lu Jincheng shook his head.
He reached out with both hands, grabbing the girl's resisting forearms and pinning them together with his left hand.
His right hand then explored downward following her curves.
The stall had been designed with just the size of an adult man in mind.
The space was far too narrow and cramped.
