Su Qingtian struggled to kick her legs, but her strength was no match for his. She couldn't break free, "Eldest Young Master, don't do this..."
Mo Beiyan didn't seem to hear. He dangled her calf over the edge of the bed, pressed it down with his knees, and leaned forward to grab her cheongsam.
Su Qingtian's voice was almost breaking into sobs when suddenly, footsteps sounded from outside, followed by the maid's knocking, "Second Young Madam?"
Mo Beiyan paused in his actions.
"Second Young Madam, are you okay?" The maid in the room downstairs heard the screams and hurried up to ask.
Mo Beiyan maintained his posture, his hands still gripping her shoulders. His eyes were dazed, the very image of a man half-drunk and oblivious.
He had no intention of stepping back.
Su Qingtian knew if the maid came in now, they would be doomed. Moreover, the most important thing was that Mo Nanjue was still in the fitting room...
