Layers of dark clouds were piled up in the sky, and the heavy rain was about to fall.

The flourishing cherry blossoms in the yard swayed in the strong wind, and petals fell from the branches, slowly merging with the soil under their feet.

Qin Niange put her hand beside her skirt and carefully pressed down on the middle school dress that had just passed her knees. She quickly ran to the delicate and magnificent glass door of the main building, pushed open a gap that only allowed her to go, quickly squeezed in, and closed the door.

She did not let out a sigh of relief until the wild winds were all blocked outside. Her hands, which were holding the hem of her skirt, were also tied to her shoulders.

However, before she could turn around and walk into the hall, a cold whisper came from behind her, as if it came from hell, "At such a young age, you know what posture is most attractive to men. It seems that you really have the unique coquettishness of your mother."

Hearing that voice, Qin Niange's entire body instantly stiffened.

She unconsciously tightened her grip on her backpack and slowly turned around. "Brother Ye Yi..."

"Wasn't he on a business trip in Europe? Why did he come back after just three days?"

She still thought that she could finally be at ease for a few days.

The man she called brother was sitting on the velvet sofa in the hall at the moment. He looked no more than twenty-one or twenty-two years old, but the cruelty and fierceness between his eyebrows were not something a man of this age could have.

The man narrowed his eyes, but the contempt in his eyes was not covered up. "Come here."

His words had always been concise and powerful.

Qin Niange trembled all over. Her fingers, which were grabbing onto her backpack, had already gone slightly white. However, she still walked slowly in the man's direction without any choice.

The man was obviously not satisfied with her speed. When she was still a little distance away from him, he stretched out his iron arm and pulled her into his arms.

"Ah-" Qin Niange was caught off guard and fell on his chest. She couldn't help exclaiming in shock.

"It's so noisy!" The man frowned irritably and reached out to grab her chin. He suddenly lowered his head and kissed her delicate lips.

This was not the first time a man had treated her like this, but Qin Niange couldn't help but gasp and frantically push the man in front of her away.

However, the man's face fell instantly because of her resistance. His eyes darkened and he reached out to push the little woman on him to the ground.

Qin Niange cried out in pain, and the hem of her skirt was lifted to her waist because of his movements.

The man gently twisted his long fingers and stood up from the sofa. He slowly bent down and stretched his fingers in front of Qin Niange's eyes. With a scornful smile, he said, "But why are you so nervous after a casual touch? You really know how to pretend."

Qin Niange trembled all over and frantically lifted the hem of her skirt. Her face was pale as she said, "I didn't..."

Her retort stopped abruptly when she met the man's cold eyes.

She understood that no matter what she said, men would not care about her at all.

Because in his heart, his disgust and hatred for her had already surpassed everything.

Although she was only 18 years old now and should be a carefree girl, fate had already made her understand her situation.

Qin Niange lowered her eyes to hide the trace of weakness in her eyes. She propped herself up from the ground.

The man had been watching her movements coldly. There was no other emotion in his narrowed eyes except for sarcasm.

In his undisguised contempt, Qin Niange felt as if her clothes had been stripped clean and thrown in front of him. She had no ability to escape at all.