"I'm injured, if you want to finish me off in one go, just keep it up!" Luo Xi gritted her teeth, looking up at him with a determined gaze that refused to reveal any weakness.
Her body, not yet recovered from a serious illness, couldn't withstand his wild strength.
"Then tell me, how much do you like me, and I will...let you off for now." The man pinched her chin, lifting her waist, pressing her into his embrace, time and time again.
Luo Xi, hanging by a thread, glared with small but resentful eyes that shimmered with glints of resentment.
Stubborn as a dying duck, she said: "Just a little bit."
"How much is a little bit?"
"Like a soybean... ah..." She couldn't finish her sentence before she took a heavy hit from Yan Fengchi and, amidst such stimulation, she bit back her words: "Just the size of a pinhole!"
