As soon as Yang Hongxing heard this, he was furious, ready to smash Daqiang with a rock, "You think you can try? She's as good as dead, how many times could you even touch her?"
It seemed like every man favored clean and pure young girls, and with Jing Min's fair and tender skin, Daqiang's reaction was even stronger.
"It's precisely because she's as good as dead that I should have a good feast. It's a pity to die without a man having touched her," Daqiang said.
"If you don't make a move now, I'll throw you into the pond too! If you want to play the hooligan, do it tonight on my bed, but if you're thinking about laying a hand on Jing Min, forget it! Get moving!" Even though Daqiang was her secret lover, Yang Hongxing wouldn't allow him to sleep with another woman, she would be jealous, envious.
Jing Min was indeed very pretty, and Daqiang really wanted her, but thinking it wouldn't be satisfying, he suppressed the lust in his body and started to tie rocks to Jing Min.
