C552 How Could It be You?

But at this moment a small, slippery hand reached into his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt.

Qiusheng gave a quick shudder and opened his eyes. He grabbed the hand with lightning speed, twisted it into a blur with a flip of his hand, and pressed the switch for the headlight with his other hand.

"Ah--it hurts! Brother Autumn Life, let go! Let go!" A voice called, the lights in the room lit up