The sensation of being pinned down by Mu Qingtong was far from pleasant.
This woman had skillfully locked all his joints so that any slight movement caused his strength to dissipate, leaving his body incredibly sore and weak.
Xia Feng tentatively struggled with his arms, but his wrists were firmly pinned above his head, leaving his underarms exposed, and forcing his chest up.
He clenched his teeth and stiffened his abdomen, trying to push Mu Qingtong off, but it was ineffective. The woman's core strength was as formidable as his; once she gained the upper hand, she could firmly suppress him.
"Mr. Xia, have you had enough?" Strands of silver-white hair fell on Xia Feng's sweaty, panting face. The stunning woman with golden eyes looked down on him from above, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips.
A flicker of annoyance passed through Xia Feng's dark eyes, but he suddenly smiled, "Miss Mu, don't force me to resort to some dirty tricks."
