Jiang Shuyao was just about to pull out her phone to call Old Jiang when a large hand suddenly appeared at the back of her neck, hoisting her into the room across the way.
"Hey, let go! What would it look like if my parents saw?" She struggled and protested, her hands clinging to the door frame, causing both of them to freeze at the entrance.
"Listen, Princess," Pei Yan said with a smile in his eyes, "since you're homeless, stop being stubborn."
Who said she was homeless.
Jiang Shuyao's face turned red. This position was really uncomfortable, feeling like all the blood in her body was rushing into her head, about to explode.
"Hurry up and let go, don't make yourself suffer." The person coaxed her gently, stroking her hair repeatedly, like petting an animal.
She didn't want to be any pet, especially not for such a perverted owner. She would surely not survive three days under his torment.
