In a haze of sleep, it really was cold. With her eyes closed, she pulled her clothes tighter, but it was still cold.
Her clothes were soaking wet, and it wasn't convenient to change here; she could only make do for the night.
In the depths of slumber, she suddenly heard footsteps, unsure if it was just her imagination.
At ten in the evening, the rain had gradually stopped. Feng Jinglei clearly heard footsteps, indeed approaching, unmistakable.
Warning bells went off in her mind, and Feng Jinglei's eyes snapped open. Before she could speak, she saw a figure towering above her.
"What are you do—mmm!"
Before she could finish, a hand forcibly covered her mouth.
She was utterly shocked, an intense unease nearly consuming her!
Until the overbearing silhouette pinned her to the bench, only then did she see the face clearly.
It turned out to be the security guard from the gatehouse!?
Feng Jinglei's eyes widened in disbelief, seeing only the guard's lecherous gaze.
