As soon as she finished speaking, the tall, thin man behind her roughly grabbed her arm and forcefully pulled her up from the ground.
Gu Baiwei struggled violently and kicked the man in his groin. Caught off guard, the man was hit and immediately let out a cry of pain.
However, she lacked strength, and even when she kicked, it was a weak kick that did not cause much harm to the man.
In no time, the man stood up straight, walked forward menacingly, and slapped her across the face: "Damn it, you bitch, you're asking for it."
As he spoke, he reached out and roughly began to tear at her clothes.
On the other side, Du Qingyan struggled desperately as the tall, thin man pinned her down, but the disparity in strength between them made it impossible for her to break free.
They could only watch helplessly as their clothes were torn apart bit by bit. The sadistic pleasure made the two men even more excited, and their breathing became heavy.
"You two hurry up, I can't wait any longer."
The man fiddling with the camera beside them urged them on impatiently, his lecherous eyes lingering on the two men's exposed skin.
Gu Baiwei felt an unprecedented despair, but due to the effects of the drugs, she was unable to break free from the man's grip on her.
Du Qingyan was the same; she bit her lower lip tightly, her almond-shaped eyes brimming with tears, a pitiful sight.
Just as the two were in despair, the dilapidated warehouse door was smashed open with a loud bang.
A motorcycle roared in through the door and, before the group could react, it had already drifted to a stop right in front of them.
"Damn it, who the hell ruined my plans?"
The tall, thin man cursed angrily, but before he could even see who it was, he was punched to the ground and couldn't get up.
Immediately afterwards, solid fists rained down like raindrops, each punch landing squarely.
The other two men then realized what was happening and rushed forward to help, but before they could even get close, they were both knocked to the ground by a punch and a kick from the man.
The man then removed his helmet, revealing short hair and his signature bronze skin.
"Brother Chu... Brother Chu".
The three men who had been beaten to the ground all changed their expressions when they saw him.
Chu He didn't even glance at them, walking straight to Du Qingyan. He took off his only black shirt and draped it over her shoulders, his voice unusually gentle: "Are you alright?"
Du Qingyan shook her head and hurriedly looked at Gu Baiwei beside her: "Sister Weiwei, are you alright?"
Gu Baiwei was in much better condition than her; at least her clothes could barely cover her vital parts.
Chu He looked at the three men huddled on the ground with his dark eyes and said to the two of them, "You two go out and wait for me. I have something to talk to them about."
He said this through gritted teeth; this "good talk" was clearly not a serious conversation.
Gu Baiwei and Du Qingyan exchanged a glance and helped each other out of the warehouse.
As the warehouse door slammed shut, three men screamed in agony from inside, startling both of them.
A few minutes later, Chu He leisurely rode out of the car and waved to the two of them: "Get on, I'll take you home."
He was shirtless, revealing his bronze skin and well-defined muscles. When Du Qingyan met his gaze, her cheeks inexplicably flushed.
She glanced at the motorcycle he was riding and hesitated, "Should we take a taxi back?"
This motorcycle doesn't look like it can seat two people.
No sooner had he finished speaking than the hum of a car could be heard from not far away.
Upon seeing that familiar black Maybach, Gu Baiwei's eyes instantly reddened.
She didn't feel wronged or upset in the previous situation, but now she's finding it hard to control her emotions.
As the car door opened and she saw the familiar figure, tears welled up in her eyes and she could no longer hold them back.
Du Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief: "I'll hitch a ride back in President Chen's car, thanks... ah... what will you be riding in?"
Before she could finish speaking, Chu He bent down, picked her up, and placed her on the back seat of the motorcycle without saying a word.
"Hold on tight, I'm about to start driving."
As soon as Chu He finished speaking, he twisted the handlebars, and the motorcycle shot off.
Du Qingyan was so frightened that her face changed color. She hurriedly and frantically hugged his waist. Her hand inadvertently touched the firm muscles, and her face instantly turned red to the roots of her ears.
It was only then that she belatedly realized that the only shirt he was wearing was now on her.
"Hurry up."
Just as she was about to let go, Chu He's voice entered her ears along with the whistling wind, and the car's speed increased instantly.
Du Qingyan could no longer care about anything else, her face flushed as she tightly hugged his lean waist.
Chu He's lips unconsciously curled up, and as he felt the soft touch on his waist and abdomen, he felt his heart was about to jump out of his chest with excitement.
The car quickly stopped in front of Du Qingyan's apartment.
As soon as the car stopped, Du Qingyan couldn't wait to jump out. She had been forced to touch her abs the whole way, and she was practically cooked.
With her head down, not daring to look Chu He in the eye, she quickly said, "Thank you for today. I'll treat you to dinner another day. I'll wash the clothes and return them to you tomorrow..."
Before he could finish speaking, his chin was suddenly grabbed by a large hand: "I don't need your meal."
Chu He felt the smooth, slippery touch of his fingertips, his eyes narrowed slightly, staring intently at the blushing woman.
"Then...then what do you want? I...I'll buy it for you as a thank you gift."
Du Qingyan stammered as she spoke, her heart inexplicably racing.
A deep, resonant voice, tinged with amusement, rang in his ear: "I don't want anything, I just want you."
"You...you scoundrel!"
Du Qingyan blushed and broke free from him, then turned and ran into the building.
Chu He watched her figure disappear through the doorway, leaned against his motorcycle, took out a cigarette and slowly lit it. Only when he saw the lights come on on the third floor did he squint and look up.
The pink curtains fluttered in the wind, and a pair of bright eyes peeked out from the open window. As their eyes met, the owner of the eyes quickly retreated behind the curtains and slammed the window shut.
Chu He took a deep drag on his cigarette, a slight smile playing on his lips. He turned and, still with the cigarette in his mouth, hopped on his motorcycle and waved upstairs: "Goodnight."
Only after hearing the car drive away did Du Qingyan muster the courage to stick her head out of the window again. Watching the car disappear into the distance, her heart began to pound uncontrollably.
She was still wearing that man's shirt, and blushing, she took it off.
There was no unpleasant sweaty smell on it, just a faint, pleasant fragrance of tobacco and soap, which was not offensive.
She quickly threw the clothes into the washing machine and hurriedly called Gu Baiwei.
The call was answered quickly, but no one responded for a long time.
Du Qingyan's heart skipped a beat: "Sister Weiwei, are you alright?"
After a long while, a distant and magnetic voice came from the other end: "It's me, Weiwei is asleep."
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